K.C. Clifford: Music

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Writer of Love Songs

In early September, 1967, when I was but a twinkle in their eyes
My mother took a chance on an unknown romance and my father took her by surprise

She was an artist and a teacher, an avid reader; he played on campus in a band
And he didn’t expect to need her, she didn’t think he’d please her, neither one was in the other’s plans

And her words are a canvas
And he strums along
Their harmony’s clear and their melody is strong
This is my legacy
This is where I belong
I’m destined to be a writer
Of love, love, love songs
Hmmmmm...

In the spring of ’71, she gave birth to their firstborn son, and Dad waved them goodbye for Vietnam
They’d write a letter a day, each night they would hope and pray that God would see fit to bring him safely home

The rest is history, Dad came home and Mom had me, and I completed the family’s tree
And with a little luck and some help from God, my parents defied the odds, and they still celebrate anniversaries