Crushed-Blue Velvet

Four years of life had been obtained Sitting on ol' Blue Velvet, crossing my legs My mother crying, wiping her face While i was perplexed on this beautiful day. Father had walked in around noon With the same face my mother wore Kneeling beside me by the blue velour Avoiding my eyes as if it was his chore. Put in in words that a child understands And spoke to me, first time, like a man He'd be giving my mother back her hand I crumbled inside like when water meets sand. He said, "It's for the best, Pal" How No more family now Followed up with, "We'll work it out somehow" Four year old man i became with an immature, gutless father to blame Didn't even look at my mother the same Loved her more and shared her shame. The look on her face I will remember most When father became stranger she became both mother and father. I was glad when she got rid of that couch The Crushed Blue Velvet that just sat still Served as the tongue that swelled up in my mouth And the childhood it killed. Still tried to forget all memories of it That Blue Velvet place is where it all started Used to be my favorite place to sit With both gone, my memories departed. Might be thinking this a sad ode On the contrary, it actually WAS for the best My father only had Love A La Mode Selfishness filled the rest. My mother, the soldier, strongest being i know Did what my idol couldn't do she fed and watered and watched us grow Showing us the truth.