Grandpa and Grandma

When grandpa was courtin' grandma, in those sweet days that are long past..
       There were no automobiles to drive them, transportation wasn't very fast.
They had to make do with what they had, which was usually a horse and buggy.
       And on those summer nights there was no air conditioning, and it could be most muggy.
 
They had no airplanes, no fancy restuarants, no laptops or PC's.
       But they had a big full moon in a starry sky, and stole kisses in the night breeze.
They had no television or movie shows to depend on for a date.
       But they did have imaginations to help them find a mate.
 
Grandpa would ask grandma very shyly if he could have a kiss.
       And she'd say no and turn her head and pucker, grandpa would never miss.
And she'd say, "Golly gee, oh my!" And he'd say, "Wow! Oh me, oh my!"
       And then his arm would slip around her, while they were looking in the sky!
 
And Christmas time was especially nice because there was usually snow.
       They'd hitch the horse up to a sleigh and off they both would go.
Sliding on the snow so white and slick, they always had such fun.
       Even when the sleigh got stuck and they got out to run.
 
Yes when grandpa courted grandma, in those lovely days of yore,
       The clothes back in that day, were different that they wore.  
Grandpas knickers were the height of fashion and grandmas long dresses were divine.
       And it really didn't matter much because it was that time.
 
But wouldn't you dear hearts agree, if we could just go back.
       And visit in that time again how much we'd like to pack.
Of grandpa's strong convictions and grandma's virtues fine.
        And bring a little back with us, yes, to this day and time.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Shango Avatar
December 25, 2009 at 11:35 AM
Quite a narrative, I love the humor, you are a good story teller also.
Dietrich Avatar
December 23, 2009 at 9:55 PM
This is one of the best Christmas poems I find here. Longing for the virtues of yesteryear!
Dufresne Avatar
December 20, 2009 at 4:55 AM
I love this poem,Marty. Very very well done! Funny, but I had a thought during the night to check out your poems...Glad I did! Gotta put it in my treasury of favs. -Robert
Lopez Avatar
December 15, 2009 at 6:25 PM
this is a great poem of the way thngs use to be.... you speak of a time that the next generation will see as hundreds of years ago. because of the advancements of technology .... nice write!
Strand Avatar
December 15, 2009 at 7:05 AM
Just great Marty,one of your best especial th stad alone penultimate verse.Rgds Brian & thank you for your kind words and comments today
Kendrick Avatar
December 15, 2009 at 3:52 AM
Yes moral values coming forward would be an added benefit to our culture. I love this one and the glimpse into your past. Keep the magical and creative pen flowing. Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work. Sara
Robbins Aka Gonzo Avatar
December 14, 2009 at 7:48 AM
Hey brother great write warm and a truthful statement really great job just was a true plessure to read cheers brother
Bono Avatar
December 13, 2009 at 8:41 PM
I posted a new poem.
Culverhouse Avatar
December 13, 2009 at 4:49 PM
very cute, enjoyed reading, my grand parents lived together 77 years. My granddad always told the story how they met it was cute. He was scared of her ma so he waited till she was 18 to get married.
Devonshire Avatar
December 13, 2009 at 1:38 PM
Amen to this message, Anthony! The days your grandma and grandpa shared seemed to be magical times of innocense and wondrous fantasy. Oh, if only we could capture that type of Christmas magic again "And bring a little back with us." Very, Very Nice! It was a heartwarming tale that makes the reader remember days that were simpler and more meaningful. Merry Christmas, Anthony! Love, Carolyn
George   Avatar
December 13, 2009 at 5:47 AM
When Men respected women and women respected men. It was beautifu! As is this poem. Thank you for sharing, Marty. Love, Lainie
Mason Avatar
December 12, 2009 at 5:13 PM
Beautiful write here, Marty!! Its hard to believe what all we have lost in our helter skelter way of life ... hard to know if they were the "good old days" or just a slower pace of life ... smile ... anyway, thanks for posting here at the Soup. Hope you have a wonderful holiday and 2010 is a great year!!
Sweetheart Avatar
December 12, 2009 at 4:11 PM
Unfortunately Marty we cannot turn back the clock.. I also had a grandpa and grandma who lived in this time zone and it was a better time all the way aroound.. progress has killed all that somehow but your poetry has made us take a nostalgic step back in their time.. thankxxx for this reminder of those good old days... enjoyed... blessings... luv... Linda-Marie "Sweetheart"
Hilliker Avatar
December 12, 2009 at 4:09 PM
I love our sentiments, and yes I wish we had some of that time back. Great poem.
Bono Avatar
December 12, 2009 at 8:33 AM
this poem is really good.Made me think how much I miss mt grandpa and grndma.very nice.Hope your day is great.Going to read some poems and try to kickstart my mind later.
Haick Avatar
December 12, 2009 at 8:29 AM
Profound, insightful write, Marty! Those would be the first things to pack. Peace and love, Audrey
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