We were both called Shorty, me and this new cowpoke Shay.
He had a disappointed attitude that could be seen a mile away.
I did not like him instantly, he annoyed my organized mind.
He was not to my liking or taste, we were not two of a kind.
Shay was a loud mouth, thought his jokes were a hoot.
He was a weird co-worker, an ornery, persnickety coot.
I could not stand him until I got in trouble one day.
Who came to my aid? That ornery guy name of Shay.
We became friends after that; I taught him to shoot
He taught me to keep folding money in my right boot.
That Needham rifle was his, but he gave it to me.
When he was sick with the cancer in 1873.
Shay wore her hat lop-sided, in a jaunty, chic way.
On her it looked adorable, made her look exotic!
On the rest of us it looked silly, ridiculous
And we could not keep it on our hair any way.
Shay was the first one to paint her nails orange.
We had never seen that before. Where did she get orange polish?
This was the sixties. No one had any idea where she got it.
When we finally found it and put it on we looked like Halloween rejects.
Shay was from a big city; we tried to do everything she did.
A couple of weeks or months later, when it was out of style
or maybe we were just not sophisticated and smooth as she was.
When she went back to Des Moines she took her snappiness with her.
Your my Son, my little man, my miracle child.
You are my life,my joy, my love.
I need you to make my life complete.
I sit and watch you so still, so many tubes invading your body.
I can't touch you or talk to you. They say the stimulation is'nt good.
How i wish i could take it all away, take back the day it all began.
The day dawned bright and pretty, so much fun to be had.
In a second our world changed,the jump you so wanted to make, the crash, your
body so still and bleeding on the ground.
The fear in your Dad's eyes, the ache in my heart.
Now we sit and worry we'll lose you forever, we wonder what life holds for you
and us when this is over.
Will you still be my Shay-Shay, my tough little man so always on the go.
What does our future hold? This i do not know.
I do know that we love you and will be with you no matter what life gives us.
Son you are my life, my world, my everything.
Our love for you will get us through, Just remember Shay-Shay I love you.
Today I thought about you,
But not the way that I usually think
But just a touch deeper than yesterday
So; I named today Shay.
Today Shay was Shay
You are angelic as always
Pressing my soul with each thought
Presenting Love is how you taught
Your heart is virginal, perpetually aiming to please
Your utterance always seeming loud enough just for me
Your kindness overbearing your ways
As a minute of your love persist for days
You’re the only one I know;
Who has a hand small enough to soften my heart
And a step submissive enough to enter my sphere
None the less there's eminence when you're near
Just those very sincere reasons,
Carry me to a cease in my journey,
As I searched to encounter love that’s true
When all along it was you.
Today I thought about you,
But not the way that I usually think
But just a touch deeper than yesterday
So; I named today Shay.