
Country in me

Country Colored Memories
Loving your child is unconditionalimperfections and all The days of their youth storedIn your upstairs memory doors Memories of picnics and lazy daysGlad you took the time to play The way she held her headThe smile she has makes it...
She was just a kitten all aloneThe mama cat had died and was now gone She needed loving hands that would nourishLove her, hold her so she would flourish A friend brought her to our little girlShe was two years...
The hands-on clock reach for every moment in front of it There’s no going back to try and catch lost hours, and yet One day those hands will be no more Time will not matter, no more clock stores Time...
My mother wore an apron over every dress she hadIt wasn’t to put on a fashion show or start a trendy fad My mama was a model but not the fashion plate kindA fancy dress and high heels on her...