I came home last night, to a dark and lonely cottage. I took the wreath off the door, and somehow I stumbled inside. I just can't, I just can't, I said live without her. Give me one reason to live, now that my darling has died. And then five little fingers touched my hand. Five little fingers, too young to understand. And there was a kind of softness, in my little girl's touch, that seemed to say, Daddy, Daddy I need you so. And it only took five little seconds, for those five little fingers, to tell me all I needed to know. I could tell her little eyes were full of questions, I tried to answer, but all I could do was hold her tight. Forgive me, forgive me, I said, for crying. But dear, your daddy has got such a lot on his shoulders tonight. And then five little fingers, soft and dear, touched me on the cheek, and gently brushed away a tear. And then I knew, I knew that in her own little way, my baby was saying, Daddy, Daddy I love you so. And it only took five little seconds, for those five little fingers, to tell me all I needed to know. Five little fingers, too young to understand.