Remember – Coffee House Writers –
And cerulean blue eyes that sparkled with delight,
So tiny, only two days old.
Seeing the sweet smile of my future wife.
She nods at me as I take her hand.
Swiftly we drive away in that Ford T-bird.
Scooping up the little brown eyed girl,
Looking oh, so hopeful.
You gently perched her on your shoulder for the whole world to see.
Standing in the church with our eyes locked.
As we chugged along the fields,
Riding that gigantic tractor, me nestled on your lap.
Lifting me up into your red
So tiny, only two days old.
Seeing the sweet smile of my future wife.
She nods at me as I take her hand.
Swiftly we drive away in that Ford T-bird.
Scooping up the little brown eyed girl,
Looking oh, so hopeful.
You gently perched her on your shoulder for the whole world to see.
Standing in the church with our eyes locked.
As we chugged along the fields,
Riding that gigantic tractor, me nestled on your lap.
Lifting me up into your red