She sits in the stands ,
Wringing her purse strap in her hands,
They call his name his ride is up next,
She looks around in total distress,
A woman has a way of knowing,
She can always tell when something bad is comming,
 he comes out of the chute hand held high,
She sucks in a breath trying not to cry,
In a second her fears come to life,
he is hung up ,
Dangling from that big old bulls side,
She screams his name and starts to cry,
The clowns rush in ,
There ther to save lives,
She prays while they do there job,
When he falls to the ground ,
She starts to sob,
Running from her seat to his side,
He is not moving  blood comming from by his eye,
She knows he got kicked and stepped on ,
She prays to god that he is not gone,
In the hospital she sits by his side holding his hand ,
Everyone can see how much she loves her man,
The docs says it's touch and go,
if he will ever wake up they don't know,
She cusses his love for the rodeo,
but deep down thats part of what she loves about him and all he knows,
She talks to him with loving words,
Hopeing to bring him back to her ,
Night after night ,
Day after day,
She sits by his side and she prays and she prays,
She asks god to take her if he does not make it ,
Telling him without his love life would not be worth living,
A  firmilur voice whispers her name ,
She looks over  at  where he is laying,
He tries to smile  this his face all swollen,
She yells for the doc ,
Her cowboy tries to act all tuff saying he is fine ,
She thinks he is a nut ,
He tells her he heard all she had said,
That now he knows how much she needs him,
She tells him they both have needs,
That she will always be there weather it is when he gets the buckel ,
Or he is laying in bed fighting for his life tooth and nail,
They go home  and hold each other ,
9 months later he has made her a mother,
Love is a wonderful thing,
it can make you cry,
It can make you sing,
But above all love is a must,
For in order to love you know there is trust ,,
 
 
Patti 3/12/04