Snapping Them Beans

All summer we would sit and work, from sunup ‘til about sundown. We must have laughed a million laughs, and must have snapped a million pounds. We would whistle or sing along, to near a million melodies. I did not know it, but we were, making a million memories. My brothers and sisters always, thought it was such an awful chore. Just sitting in our rocking chairs, watching as time flew past the door. Through the good times and the bad times I knew that one thing would not change. You’d always find us on the porch, Laughing hard and snapping them beans. As the years began to pass us, Gramma’s eyesight was nearly gone. Her hands and fingers were too frail, for her to try to carry on. The morning that my Gramma died, it was the day that my heart broke. Since then I’ve tried to live by those simple words that my Gramma spoke. Don’t worry about tomorrow, it won’t get here until it comes. So live each day the best you can, do not regret a single one. Better grab the bull by the horns, when you’re following your own dreams. Spend some time with the ones you love, on the front porch snapping them beans.