Hank

I remember the first time I met him,
I was only nine years old,
he had dropped by with a dozen red roses,
this story I have never told.
 
He was taking my mom on their first date,
when I greeted him at the door,
holding a bouquet of red roses,
so beautiful I could not ignore.
 
His smile was big under that white cowboy hat,  
a white western shirt he wore,
faded old blue jeans and cowboy boots,
holding red roses, oh yes I mentioned that before.
 
They married not too long after,
he had easily won all of our hearts,
in a small town bar called The Foxfire,  
that's where they got their new start.