I'll Always Be Molly Hatchet To You.

There was a birthday,

when I turned twelve

that you were there for.

You came around in your Harley shirt

and pick-up truck,

ducking through my doorway

to call me Molly Hatchet

and make me remember

why you're my favorite.

You didn't swoon over my brother,

but carried in a beat-up old guitar case

and played something just for me.

Then you told me it was mine,

that favorite old guitar.

You remembered as I grew older

and became a high school student,

you wished you could be there

for my musical performance.

You called me on my birthday,

sent a card,

sent an email,

reminding me to keep strumming

that favorite old guitar.

You filled me with a love for music

stronger than any illness.

A love that will prevail

even when you have no voice to sing,

no energy to perform.

You told me once

during a call,

or in a card,

or in an email,

to stay on track

so I don't end up like you.

If only you knew,

that's exactly who I want to be,

always playing that favorite old guitar.