Everyday my Papa
would work to help
to makes ends meet
to see that we
would eat keep
those shoes upon
my feet
Everyday my Papa
would work and tuck me
in my bed
kiss me on my head
after all the pray'rs
were said
Growing up with him
was easy time
just flew on
by the years
began to fly
he aged and so did I
I could tell that mama
wasn't well
Papa knew and
deep down so did
she so did she
When she died Papa
broke down and cried
All he said was
God why not take me
Every night
he sat there sleeping
in this rocking chair
he never went upstairs
all because ~
she wasn't there
Then one day
my Papa said son
I love the way
you've grown
make it on your own
I'll be okay alone~

Every time
I kiss my children
Papa's words ring true
your children live
through you
they'll grow and
need you too
I remember every word
my Papa used to say
I live them everyday
He taught me
well that way~