The ones we never forget

After I got back from Overseas in the 70s, I was stationed at Fort Hood and I lived off Post with my aging Grandparents. My grandfather had grown frail and arthritis had twisted up his fingers into grotesque images. My grandmother was dying of Cancer. Her once strong Body was now a frail skinny image of her once mature and muscular body.

Then one day while sitting in the living room of their tiny home, my grandmother walked out 9f a bedroom and handed me a homemade blanket she’d made. And as she gave me the blanket, she said these words-

Don’t Never Forget Me

How could young Cowboys ever forget

The gentle loves of Our Lives?

Gals, you better listen tight

No, no, no Cowboys never forget

the women We’ve Loved.

You held us in the Good Times

And loved us in the Bad.

How could young Cowboys ever forget?

No, no, no Cowboys never forget

the women We’ve Loved.

The times you ran your hands thru our hair,

You didn’t have to do none of that

And never a day goes by that I quit thinking

About my love for you.

Your breakfast, lunch, and dinners too

And you packed me a To Go Paper Sack

each time I walked out the door.

Never knowing when we’d return again

Gals, you better listen tight

No, no no Cowboys never forget

the women We’ve Loved.

In my mind, I see you

And in my Heart I embellish you.

So don’t never think you ain’t in me now

For all Times until I see you again.

No, no, no Young Cowboys never forget

the women We’ve Loved…