She still wants

to feed me

(For Rita)

Daddy died last winter

With amazing grace

Had a smile and mashed potatoes

Spread across his face

As he passed

Through heaven’s door

She lost the last one

That she cooked for

She still wants to feed me

Though I’m more than grown

Claiming I am nothing

But skin and bones

So I argue

And push my plate away

But still she cooks more

And begs for me to stay

Two strokes eased the pain

Of losing her true love

Stranding her in the bedroom

Staring up above 

I held out a spoonful

Of one of her old recipes

She used a shaking hand

To pass it back to me

At that instant

I realized

It wasn't my stomach

She’d been trying to fill

So I opened up my heart

And let her feed me

Then instead of saying I love you

I said thank you I am full

She still wants to feed me

Make sure that I know

I was loved

I was loved

 She still wants to feed me

Make sure I have enough

A mothers recipe

Of undying love

©Tami Casias

You Can’t Fall off

of the Floor

My friends took me out said one thing was clear

I needed to learn there was more than beer

Winter time and the air was cold

The whiskey warmed and I was sold

Straight from the still with a burn just right

Only problem was I nearly lost my sight.

Drinking the hard stuff can get tough

‘Cuz those whiskey boys play rough.

(Chorus)

Jack knocked me off the stool

and broke my collar bone.

Johnnie sprained my ankle

when I tried Walkin’ home.

Jim Beamed me in the head as

I was holding up the wall.

Makers pushed me out the booth

--left a Mark from the fall.

Now when the whiskey boys play rough

I don’t run for cover

or head for the door

I sit right down on the wooden planks

‘Cuz you can’t fall off of the floor.

I’ve never been a man who likes giving in

So I went international at Old Man Flynn’s.

The night at the pub started out right

‘TiI I tried the fifth label and got in a fight.

Realized I should have stopped at four

When the bartender threw me out the swingin’ doors.

Landing on the sidewalk is always tough

When those whiskey boys play rough.

(Chorus)

JJack knocked me off the stool

and broke my collar bone.

Johnnie sprained my ankle

when I tried Walkin’ home.

Jim Beamed me in the head as

I was holding up the wall.

Makers pushed me out the booth

--left a Mark from the fall.

Now when the whiskey boys play rough

I don’t run for cover

or head for the door

I sit right down on the wooden planks

‘Cuz you can’t fall off of the floor.

My gal complained I was drinkin’ juvenile

Said to step up my game and gave me her smile.

Took me out on the town with only one rule

Never drink a whiskey that’s younger than you.

Royal Stagg was aged and butter rich.

I was tagged when I tasted it on her lips.

Before I knew it I’d said I do

And learned whiskey girls play rough too.

(Chorus)

Jack knocked me off the stool

and broke my collar bone.

Johnnie sprained my ankle

when I tried Walkin’ home.

Jim Beamed me in the head as

I was holding up the wall.

Makers pushed me out the booth

--left a Mark from the fall.

Now when the whiskey boys play rough

I don’t run for cover

or head for the door

I sit right down on the wooden planks

‘Cuz you can’t fall off of the floor.

©Tami Casias