The Mountain

Lying so frail, so exhausted in a heap
And all alone, a soul of steel

There was a once upon a time
Wading through the water up to my hips
The warmth of your blue Thunderbird
Creedence Clearwater revives us

A smile, a glow
The scent of Oil of Olay wafting through the house
Was it a house? It was a cracker box.
It was home. You loved me there.

Afternoons were lazy
A short nap for you

Taught me patience
For the good times ahead

You are sweet and tangy
Everything I want to be.

The Mountain