A Country Memory

Purple gumdrops in a crystal flowered bowl Needlepoint left in a rocking chair, maybe for show Lace curtains in the parlor, ageless and refined Stockings of gray hung on the mantle so defined White candlesticks sitting upon the black marble mantle Clear as day the front doorbell rings, a melody soft and gentle Aromas of gingerbread mingle with an air of peppermint Cuddling in Grandpas' lap, sighing softly with contentment Checkerboard laid across an old antique table of yore Kissing Grandmas' cheek, getting a hug and many more Playing in mud puddles, pushing little cars in the sand Swinging on an old tire swing, loving Gods' land