I find myself missing home, you know,
that old home we were all so anxious
to leave when we were young?! My
brother asking me to read to him after
school, waiting for mom to come
home from work, for family supper,
my dad organizing family worship.
Alas, I fear I'm near the end, simply
because of dwelling in yesteryear. I
have heard elders say they spend a lot
of time there. Scary!
But, my grandmother always said . . .
My dad once told me . . . My mom
made me . . . That boy next door used
to . . . How could one NOT go back
and take a peek though these adult
eyes?
So now, when I'm really missing . . .
I make myself a kid sandwich . . .
otherwise known as mayonnaise and
dill pickle, peanut butter and dill pickle,
Velveeta grilled cheese sandwiches.
(The adult in me wouldn't be caught
dead eating them!) Then there's the
old fave, thickened fruit on toast.
So, here's to sad missings and happy
memories . . .
just remembering
wishing i had stayed longer
memory lane calls
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