"Mountain Range"
When I Was A Little Girl My Parents Would Drive
All Day And Half The Night To The Mountains And Back
We Would Wind around the Gentle Curve of the mountain range
In Our Tuna Can MiniVan,  Skirting the edges of the mountainsides
The BlueRidge Parkway We Got Out and Hiked and Got Snacks
My Parents Would Head Home Late At Night By Getting off the curvy roads
And The Interstate Would Pound Softly Under The Treads Of The Tires
And I Would Lean My Small Bony Body, Usually Dirty And Wet,
against the floor heater and cover up with my coat and dream
In The Middle of the night my mother and father would pull up at our house
and gently slide open the side door of the Van and the cold air would rush in
and they would try to wake me up from my sleeping dreams but I was asleep
And My Father Would Pick Me Up And Carry Me Up The Stairs Gently
And My Mother Would Unlock the door and Pull Down The Covers
And The Would Lay Me Down Softly In Bed On My Feather Pillow
And Kiss Me And Tell Me Goodnight And I Felt So Safe
In Jesus Name,
Amen