Fond Memories
We weren't rich by any means
but our bellies were full and our clothes were clean
They didn't display those high priced names
but they wore fine just the same
We didn't ride around in fancy cars
Grandma saved pennies in a big glass jar
We learned early that money doesn't grow on trees
we also learned to say "thank you" and "please"
I mowed the grass in the summertime
My sister helped hang the clothes on the line
My cousin usually took out the trash
On Friday we'd each get seven dollars cash
At nigh we slept under a big window fan
It made the most comforting sound when it ran
We put a beaten on that old screen door
We must have popped it a million times or more
In the Fall we'd all gather up wood
and invite every kid in the neighborhood
Grandaddy would build us a pretty good fire
We'd all roast hotdogs on coat hanger wires
Our first roller skates had metal wheels
with rubber stoppers on the backs of the heels
We had a paved alley alongside the house
You could see sparks when we skated around
Every couple of years we'd get a new bike
We'd attach playing cards to all of the spikes
We'd attach them with grandma's wooden clothespins
so it would sound like our bikes had motorcycle engines
As I look back on our childhood
I think we had it pretty good
We didn't need all the fancy stuff
We had each other and that was enough
Grandma's house was our favorite place
We'd never felt more loved and safe
That old house was home to us
It was the best even when we'd fight and fuss
Those memories to me are so crisp and clear
I will always hold them very dear
Copyright © Nikki Reynolds | Year Posted 2016
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