Sundown in Texas reminds me of a man.
I can't say I knew him very well—however
What I did know, I loved.
I knew him as a quiet cowboy who could
Cook and clean up and fix a roof
Among many other everyday and hard work things
He worked and loved and gave of himself.
And he even could fix a few hearts.
Maybe, most likely, he fixed
Quite a few more than a few.
I'd say he fixed more than we can count
With his quiet love and care,
With his gentle heart and helpful way.
Giving what he had with his two hands,
Making smiles out of nearly nothing,
Scraps of wood and a pinch of pure kindness
That looked like pecan fudge and fried chicken.
Our quiet cowboy gave his bright, big, shining heart
And we will love him forever
Remembering him in every Texas sundown.
For Bosco.
And for Onabeth, Casey, and Trevor.
Love this 💜
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