Please Dylan, stop sobbing
Get up from the floor
I'm sure we can find something else
In the store.
I know that you wanted
the porcelain doll
But I simply don't have
enough money that's all.
The computerized bear
is special and sweet
But we have to buy food
So that we can eat.
I'll let you choose dinner
Your favorite dessert
Please wipe off that frown
I'm sorry you're hurt.
I know that you wanted
the bike that was red
But I had to bring home
The blue bike instead
I won't break the promise
That I made to you
I think you'll be happy
Though this bike’s not new.
What's wrong my sweet Dylan,
Why the long face?
We can't have a dog
In this small, little space.
But don't worry, sweet pea
I'm sure that someday
We'll have a big yard
Where a puppy can play.
Oh Dylan, my angel,
I know that you're hurt
But mommy can't buy
Both the dress and the skirt.
Believe me, I want to
So, please don't you cry
I have gifts waiting for you
That money can't buy.
I have gifts of warm cuddles.
And kisses galore
I have ribbons of laughter
"I love you's" in store.
I have belly-blow bubbles
And tickles with song
And make believe rainbows
To paint the day long.
We can bake something yummy
In Mommy's old dresses
Make mud-pie creations
Make wet, yucky, messes.
We can plant window gardens
Paint faces on rocks
We can make funny puppets
From mommy's old socks.
We can paint both our faces
With pudding and cream
Go swimming in bubbles
Find frogs in the stream.
Blow each other secrets
Braid each other's hair.
There are millions of ways
To show you I care.
We could pull out old buckets
Some pots and some pans
And have a rock concert
With baby doll fans.
We could draw little people
On fingers and toes
Kiss your soft forehead
Your eyelids and nose.
We could have a tea party
With bunnies and bears
Tell riddles in whispers
Bump down the hall stairs.
We could pick ripened lemons
Kissed by the sun
Make a lemonade stand
Ooh! Won't that be fun?
We could make wind chimes
From shells and bamboos
Make garbage bag space suits
And sandwich bag shoes.
I could rub your small feet
And scratch your sweet back.
We could laugh ‘til it hurts
Play "tickle attack."
We could make up a language
That only we know
Use the wall to measure
How quickly you grow.
We could lie on the grass
Let it comfort our skin
We could watch the clouds change
Into faces of men.
I work hard, that's true
But it's all just for you
And one day I am sure you will see
That although we're unable
To purchase our joy
The best things in life still are free
Please Dylan, forgive me
Let's you and I try
To share something greater
Than money can buy.