Mother's Day

A busted knee, a stitch or two,
A spanking now and then,
A furrowed brow at one young man,
Caught somewhere he shouldn’t have been.

Reassuring words, a worried call,
She raised me every day.
She took me to church every Sunday
And taught me how to pray.

I wish I had a dollar for,
Every sack lunch that she made,
I wish I could give her $100,
For the late night rodeos when she stayed.

Here’s to our Moms, all of them,
This is their special day,
Kiss’em on the cheek, you’re not too old,
They raised you to be that way!

Happy Mother’s day to all…see you down the road,
Walker