He pointed towards the Studebaker
smiled, lit a cigarette
begin to tell
about the times it got him home
how it hauled lumber, firewood
got her to the hospital to deliver
He took a long thoughtful drag
bowed his head looking at the cigarette
stood there, blew smoke rings
gave thanks to the Lord
for so many blessings
with her by his side.
My uncle was a force to be reckoned with
that old Studebaker tough as him
now like him,fading, away
but I remember the strength, tender love
he gave with a hug.
Lord, you take care of him
he’s a Studebaker
give him a worthy rest with her.