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1979-June-Stevie

"Alright Sara, sweet girl it's time to get out of the bath," I say grabbing the towel.

Like her father, my little girl loves the water. Lindsey recently put a pool in our back yard and he's debating on teaching her how to swim or not. But she's a little fish. Bath time is no exception, she enjoys splashing around and playing in the water.

She climbs out in my arms, I dry her off and when I go to stand up I wince. My back has been hurting on and off and I've had a few cramps but nothing too horrible. It comes with being nine months pregnant. The doctor says I'm due any day now.

"Momma are you okay?" Sara asks seeing my distress.

"Yes, I'm fine." I breathe out.

"Oh, okay." Sara says putting her puppy pajamas on.

"Have daddy tuck you in," I say to her.

"Will you sing my song?" She looks up at me with her big brown eyes and you can never say no to them.

"Of course, I'll meet you in your room. Go get daddy he's in the living room." I smile.

As she leaves, another cramp hits more forcefully and I decide that they may not just be cramps. When it subsides I go sit on Sara's bed and very quickly I decide I can't sit., and I know I'm in labor. Before I can move, Sara runs in and Lindsey joins her, guitar in hand. I wrote Sara as a gift for my baby girl knowing how hard it'll be for her when the new baby comes.

"Ready?" Lindsey asks as I nod and say a quick silent prayer to get through this song.

Wait a minute baby

Stay with me a while

Said you'd give me light

But you never told me about the fire

Drowning in the sea of love

Where everyone would love to drown

But now it's gone it doesn't matter

What for when you build your house

Call me home

And he was just like a great dark wing

Within the wings of a storm

I think I had met my match

He was singing

And undoing

And undoing the laces

Undoing the laces

Said, Sara you're the poet in my heart

Never change never stop

But now it's gone

It doesn't matter what for

But when you build your house

Call me home

Hold on the night is coming

And the starling flew for days

I'd stay home at night

All the time, I'd go anywhere

Anywhere, anywhere

Ask me and I'm there, I care

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