Grandad

Looking over at the wheels of my stroller
 I fell hard on the street
 screaming bloody murder is my first memory
 I was scooped up in the arms of an old man
 who was terrified for me
 he was my mothers step father and I was his buddy
 I had a rollercoaster in my grandad's backyard
 it might not have been much but it meant the world to me
 hooked my wagon to the back of his tractor and we went round and round and round
 looking kind of crazy but he did it just for me
 I was the first born when he joined the union and the first child of three
 eighteen year old mother in a Christian family
 my mama really tried to be happy, but my father couldn't stop the drink
 one morning in the front seat moving to another street
 I had a rollercoaster in my grandad's backyard
 it might not have been much but it meant the world to me
 hooked my wagon to the back of his tractor and we went round and round and round
 looking kind of crazy but he did it just for me