Grateful for Covering

We listen, six-thirty approaching soon.
Engine, your Chevy Malibu arrives.
Papa, we never knew how hard it was
To keep us under your wing, still in sight.

Memories flood in, waves ever stronger.
Chevy loaded for family vay-ca –
Rented cabin, lakeshores, and more to see.
Canyon, not just a place for us to stay. 

Without our mom and you, how would we grow?
Your guide, a baited lure, fish we ate.
Each challenge, as we entered to our own -
Your discipline, that shaped, that chafed 

against teens before their time. Please forgive,
for we, not knowing what grime on hands meant.
You washed before supper, in eve to free
to music, the game, what else helped you mend? 

“My paper, ‘A’ again,” we beamed to you.
Your smile hid tired, a shine dulled from day.
To know you better, we each had to grow
the life; branches of work; own family play. 

A legacy cherished, you provided for.
Children, a gift from God, you saw it so,
Recital, sports, books and Chevy maintained
Forever in love’s debt, so, so much owed. 

We care for mom, and wait for ending spring,
When we will seek at lakeshore to find
Supper from store to add to day’s fresh catch
You live in heart, ever burnished in mind.