My Memories
There’s a sound and smell that brings back
memories of the long ago,
of those short hours between the work and bed.
The family would gather
in the front room for awhile.
We were relaxed, contented and well fed.
Sometimes we’d play card games or Mom
would read continued story to us all.
In summer evenings we could stay
outside for hide and seek,
but the dark hours started early in the fall.
In those early days of no TV,
and no electric wonders
when oil lamps substituted for the sun,
it took a lot of patience
and it took a lot of love
and understanding of each other to have fun.
Then there were the special evenings
when Daddy would get out
the heavy iron skillet to pop corn.
I would hear those kernels popping and
inhale the buttery smell
and just be happy that I had been born.
He would shake the skillet back and forth
on Mama’s kitchen stove
then empty it and start another batch.
Oh the eagerness that skillet brought
when Daddy popped the corn
is something that no microwave can match.
Now it only takes that popping sound
or the smell of melting butter
to bring all of the memories flooding back,
of those long leisure evening hours
we’d spend with one another
before Daddy said, “It’s time to hit the sack.”
Won 3rd place in Sounds and Smells contest
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