A Bitter Glance
Memories are just that.
O how I wish Grandmama were making her fruitcake.
Standing alongside the entire time
With the understanding the mixing bowl was mine for the taking.
All year she would save all her dimes.
So many she could buy Christmas she could buy presents for everyone.
Waiting for Granddaddy to get home
So we could head out to the old shed to retrieve the oddly tangled lights.
He always wondered how they had gotten that way.
Granddaddy was a great man.
Uncle Grover would guarantee something wild at the table.
Uncle was the outdoor hunter fisher type.
It was always a toss up between our house or his
I always liked going to his house.
The old saying goes “The only thing in life that is certain is death and taxes”.
Family was a most satisfying ritual for us.
When people say home that is what I think of.
It's well worth your time to remember these times.
(RICCO)
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