The Time I Saw My Father Cry

Who knew the way to my heart better than you,
in those early days of survival, when life found its purpose in our baby's first shoe?
Let others suspect what they will about the rosary garland dinnertime fare,
for you will always know the truth, you will always care.

"I've bought you the Christmas tree and everything,"
my mother said, during the country folk prime time show.
"I will gladly spoon feed you the same love
that I fed to you not so long ago."

But I still think it was the time I saw my father cry,
that it all began to make more sense.
No more ragtime humdrum nonsense is ever needed,
once you've learned to escape the need for pretense.

So you should find it so easy to forgive me,
because I love you more than you may ever know.
Instead of blaming God for my human weakness,
I should be content to watch our children grow.

Instead of blaming God for my human weakness,
I should be content to watch our children grow.

But I still think it was the time I saw my father cry,
that it all began to make more sense.
No more ragtime humdrum nonsense is ever needed,
once you've learned to escape the need for pretense.

[Picture courtesy of Mike Oberg]