Bart Johnson
Holding then caressing,
The newborn laughs and coos,
Then Cowboy Bart,
Strokes the little fella with care.
Feeding and playing with him,
Watching him grow,
His wife smiles.
Slowly as time ticks away, The newborn is big enough to stand alone,
No more cooing or caressing is needed.
So he he and his pap Bart,
Ride off into the sunset,
To begin a new kind of love together.
Before they go Cowboy Batr's wife and mother of the boy,
Shouts remember I will always love you!
Then They contu=inue on their way,
At the end of there venture,
They have bonded like never nefore,
And cowboy Bart and his son,
Found a love to replace that love that,
Was once there!
Jacqui Smith
