Dusty Memories

I remember the joy of the weekends, no school No home work, feeling good I have memories of my family Sitting around the table On a Friday, eating fried fish and grits or fried bologna After my grandma went Fishng and caught a Mess of fish for dinner Or when my grandparents Had to much to drink an Ended up rolling around On the floor, tussling I can laugh about it now Or the time we were at A cookout, my grand-dad Was watching the barbecue Chicken on the grill so, hard He felled, face first in the dirt The man who was grilling said, There's plenty of chicken left Or the time my Sister cooked Her very first turkey an It wasn't done on the inside She cried Those are the fun memories I'll never forget