Old Wise-Tales
Somedays I think back to my
Grandmother, my mother,
My daddy and all the things
I so many times heard them say.
I can recall them as tho I heard them
Again on yestersday.
They were always telling us children
Things to do to help us become
Matured adults.
They tried to keep us healthier
So we would live as long as we should
I remember so often
My grandmother saying
Keep heat in your body
And don't get chilled.
Put something around your neck
And something on your head.
I remember daddy warming our shoes
In frount of the big gas heater
As we got ready for school.
He knew our feet would get cold on the bus
For there wasn't heat to accommodate us back then
And the warmth would remain in our shoes
As least part of the way to the school.
Mother would always correct us
For she was that kind
Daddy would tell her
Keep those girls in line.
We had meals together
That was the house rule
You ate at the table
Like your were suppose to do.
You didn't back talk
And carry a rude nature
Or you had a sore spot
Right where mother placed it.
Oh if only I could go back then
And just enjoy the whole thing
All over again.
Tho tempting it would be
I wouldn't want to stay there
For I have to tell these wise-tales
To my son's children.
They will have to know them
So they can tell them
To their children's children.
Copyright © Cecilia Patterson | Year Posted 2007
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