M.P. Shaudd Poet Rhyme

A Journey In Time-Grandparents Sunday

Take a journey back with me
To a time not long ago
When families met for Sunday brunch
To Grandma's house we'd go

We sat down at the table
Sharing stories of our week
We listened in contently
And took our turn to speak

The smell was so relaxing
Each meal was cooked with love
On a porch swing you would learn of life
And all the lessons of

Their stories spoke of better times
Yet seemed so hard to us
Money wasn't in demand
Your neighbors you could trust

The front door was always open
No need to lock the door
Crime was not a problem then
Each person shared the chores

A coffee pot always on
Perked for those who came
They'd enter in as strangers
But leave as friends we'd made

The practiced chord of a polka song
Would fill the air with joy
To hear it now takes me back
To when I was a boy

They'd fix their homes with what they had
Even if it didn't match
But character made it look
Like it was built from scratch

Stuff was always much more fun
Cause they'd let us get away
With things that mom and dad would not
And we could play all day

They worked real hard for what they had
Yet on Sunday they gave praise
I long to have those times come back
Oh how I miss those days

I hope to pass on down the line
The way that I was raised
And tell the stories of those times
And hope they do the same

I thank you Heavenly Father
For the time we got to spend
But chances are those days are gone
They'll never come again

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