(T.Johnson)



She shaves his face

She combs his hair

She helps him find his rocking chair

She cooks his meals

She wipes his mouth

And the window that he's looking out

She reads him books

She speaks his name

Oh every day is much the same

She sighs that sigh from deep within

The one that says

She misses him



She misses his gentle touch

And the way he used to make her laugh

She misses the man he was

In all of those old photographs

So strong, so kind, so sweet, so smart

The man who stole her very heart

She misses him



His children come on Saturday

Their at his feet

His grandkids play

It's sad they don't know him at all

He's just the one they call grandpa

They take out his trash

They mow his lawn

Things he can't do since he's been gone

She's grateful that they're pitching in

And like everyone

She misses him



She misses his gentle touch

And the way he used to make her laugh

She misses the man he was

In all of those old photographs

So strong, so kind, so sweet, so smart

The man who stole her very heart

She misses him



And yes they're still together

After all these years

But sometimes you can almost feel

The sadness in her tears



She misses his gentle touch

And the way he used to make her laugh

She misses the man he was

In all of those old photographs

So strong, so kind, so sweet, so smart

The man who stole her very heart

She misses him