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.