I Miss

I miss Saturday mornings with Soul Train, When brothers and sisters would take a ride to release their pain. I miss Momma's twice-baked sweet potato pie. She didn't have a recipe; she just baked with love, so she didn't have to try. I miss long rides with Daddy with all the windows down with some nice blues. Just riding and nodding and Daddy telling me, "Son, whenever you try, you can never lose." I miss the rapturous feeling of asking a pretty girl for her hand for a dance. To feel her feminine embrace and to cherish a moment of chance. From time to time I sit and reminisce. Such lovely thoughts, images, and sounds I sorely miss.