You were our Father, our Mother
Protector, provider, our teacher and so much more
Raising me and my two younger brothers
We felt safe with no locks on the door
Routinely working long hours and traveling far
If you were tired, we didn't know
At months-end we'd pile into the old Ford car
A bag of homemade pop-corn in tow
Venturing down that old Kansas highway
To watch the latest drive-in picture show
Sundays, the preachers sermon you took us to hear
Whether we wanted to listen or not
We sat in our pew, as a rule in the rear
That old church could be stifling hot
Now and then after church, as at last we could go
You'd drive to an old river bed
Where we'd fish and reflect on the times that we'd had
You in silence, just watching us grow
Inspired by my Father
