Those Were the Days
I close my eyes and recall yesterdays beautiful summers
barbecues from charcoal bricks and slow basted meats
aromas that lingered long after the first sizzle of rare
Mother arriving with a platter of raw hotdogs and steaks
dad fanning the fire with an old tin top. Fumigated waves
of thick gray smoke filling the air, we waited hungerly .
Later stuffed as little piglets we would gather round
the wooden picnic table, and tell stories and jokes.
The sun would slowly begin to descend and the air
would gently cool. We'd all go inside for hot tea
and a little T.V. sitcom.
How I miss the old days, wish I could bring them back
even for just one day,. so I could smell the barbecue
and drink mother's sugary strawberry Kool aid,
one more time.
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2022
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