I think back when was thirteen
I guess it’s been awhile
I’d spend the day with
ole Pa he’d always make me smile

We’d sit upon the porch
He’d talk about the days
It was as if his memories
Were perfect in that place

He carved this piece of wood
some they called it whittlin’
I just called it Pa talking
He never was belittlin’

He’d carve a little
and talk a while
or maybe just sit and think
To me it looked like magic
as he as he crafted every link

I’d ask Pa what you carvin’
He’d say another link
To that chain I started year ago
Good idea don’t you think?

Well to me it all seemed silly
and I waited for each day
To listen to his stories
and he carved his special way

It’s been years ago and far away
since we sat face to face
but he carved for me a memory
that time cannot erase

A mirror of the things we shared
The images remain
Reflecting days and easy ways
My Pa’s wooden chain…..