A circle of dried, sweet orange juice
Finger to mouth, the taste memories seduce
Memories of that sweet orange juice kiss
Thoughts race to the past and days of bliss
The giggling angel standing at my bedside
The past and the present, emotions collide
Those glorious hours laying in the park
Warm sunny days before the onset of dark
When long summer day’s end and it’s time to rest
Sweet angel slides up and lays her head on my chest
If there’s one memory that brings me this bliss
It’s the memory of that sweet orange juice kiss
