The Boy Who Raised Me
I am older now, and so are you. Time has its price — that is true. In the beginning, I held you close, Marvelously you, from nose to toes. My baby boy with eyes so large, Fear and worry to be in charge. How can I ever truly worthy be, And bridge a gap too wide for me? Soft little hands, faith and trust — No worry, no concern, no test. At one, I got sick and lost a job, Packing in the garage as I sob. You danced to the music so free — Just Darius Rucker, you, and me. We moved back North together, So young you wouldn’t remember. It was winter, and the chapter dark, But it was you who struck a spark. We walked each day and talked, A stroll past all the cars parked. You heard it all — the pain and worry During this season of melancholy. Because of you, I went forth bravely, With legs shaking and voice gravelly. I found my footing, and so did you — Walking, speaking, to name a few. Your siblings’ lives a little different, Since you taught me to be a parent. To se...