Albert, come get mom

pick her up

in the baby blue Rambler

she needs a ride

to the tea cups

to the roller coaster

the trip is over

and the attendant

opens the gate

to let mom out

we follow waiting

down Baltimore Pike

we leave knowing

you are circling your plane

to approach and land soon

so mom can fly free

and see you take off again

with her by your side

high in the Ferris wheel

the sky at dusk tastes young

as if all these tomorrows never passed

and we are together again

at the amusement park

with mom

dispensing tickets

and easy child thrills

now she needs you to come

hover while I pray

I know you are here

to bring mom home