How the Memory Flows

Can you remember this feeling very much. Hearing something in the kitchen making a fuss. I can remember it so well, it's like yesterday. Pots and pans wrattle, as I'm outside to play. I would be playing in the dirt or kicking a beach ball. Hearing mamma in the kitchen, hoping she'd call. I know that she's cooking dinner in there. I'm not sure what it is and I don't really care. I am completely dirty from my head to my toes. Is there dessert or ice cream, she only knows. I can smell the cooking from the yard and all sides. With realization I know it's sloppy joe and french fries. How it was when I was young. Freedom around the yard I could roam. I loved my mamma and daddy for just being there. I'd be nothing without them, no love or no care. -No contest, just some things I was thinking.