Theodora

Raised up “right” on the mighty Mississippi,

She left that small town with a big dream at nineteen

Working in an oil patch town on the coast of Texas

She was the prettiest receptionist they’d ever seen



Molded from the red clay kin to the state of Georgia

He walked a mile for every inch of life he gleaned

Flying Douglas planes for an oil man in Texas

He met the prettiest receptionist he’d ever seen



Theodora, have a told you I love you?

I love you more and more, every single day

Theodora, I hope you know I love you.

I love you more than any words could ever say

And I will until my very last day.



Face to face at a church east of the Yazoo River

They made a promise on a clear September day

Hand in hand, wedding bands heading back to Houston

He kept that promise with these words he’d often say



Sixty years go by just as fast as a mighty river

It’s constant, strong and awesome, and still it thrives.

I’m just the wandering son of their first-born daughter

Listening to my granddad tell the stories of our lives.