When We First Met
When we first met you, I thought you were awesome.
You shook my hand and made me feel a man.
You took the time to talk to me and managed
To hold even my short attention span.
I liked the way you held the door for Mama.
You treated her just like she was a Queen.
I saw, though, that you also did it
For the older lady who came in to clean.
You always had a moment for my projects;
You always had a joke when Mom was sad.
You always brought a smile to our faces.
I used to wish that you could be my dad.
Now you are standing there, in your tuxedo.
I can’t believe my dream is coming true.
If I could pick out anyone for Mama,
I know without a doubt that I’d pick you.
~ Ozarkmaid
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