Ralph Keefer - An Old Suitcase

Cracks in the curtain, light washes the floor
We roll out of bed and race to the door
A taxi drives off, the screen opens wide
He takes off his coat, he's got nowhere to hide

An old suitcase that no one can see
Sits in the corner waiting for me
Brown leather straps, an Eaton's plate on the back
With presents for Christmas, its time to unwrap
Daddy's home!

High in the air, splayed on his feet
Airplane rides - throw up in my seat!
Crash to the floor, I haven't a chance
Everyone laughs, sisters, brother, uncles and aunts
Daddy's home!

Leaving on Sunday, dinner at 8
It's the red-eye special and he doesn't want to be late
Does it hurt to be gone, to miss the ones you love?
We're not ready yet, we hide his hat and his gloves

Tired and tattered, ragged and worn
Now they have wheels, and dads that stay home

Written by:
Ralph Keefer

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