On the Edge of Common Sense

“Mama, when’s Daddy comin’ home? Is it time to worry yet?”

“By supper, darlin’. Eat your Cheerios.”

He rode out this morning early. Like he does six days a week

I always make him tell me where he goes

‘Specially when I know he’s headed over on the canyon side

At least I know I’ll have a place to start

So in case he doesn’t come back I can hunt for him myself

Or go for help if I get faint of heart...