Childhood Memories
I couldn't wait to get to my grandparents
During the holidays when I was young.
Their arms always outspread with affection,
Their warm love for us was quite apparent.
Waking in the morn with smell of baked bread.
Wouldn't take much for grandpa and me to pause
Whatever we were doing when ready.
Slice of bread and butter, our stomachs fed.
Gran would let me help wash clothes in a spent
Wringer washer, then hung on a clothesline
With two-pronged wooden pins in the backyard
To dry in the sun giving them fresh air scent.
I am older with my own family.
I try to keep those warm memorable
Traditions. A bread machine, a dandy
Invention; all ending so happily.
One of the few things I lend and provide
myself if ambitions; on sunny days,
I will hang my clothes out on the clothesline.
Memories of childhood I hold with pride.
12/7/2020
Story From Your Childhood Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
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