When My Family Ate Together
Many years ago have fond memories
of my family sitting down to a fine meal
mom had prepared for us that left
our plates empty each time.
Smiles that were at the old supper table,
each night of the week, we were a
family that was together and so close
knitted.
Brother, sister and me washing those
dishes, what a great team we were,
after all of these years, miss those
happy days of youth,
sometimes thinking of it brings
a tear.
Only sister and myself are left
from those days when my family ate together.
Family's today don't eat together as
days of long ago, it's a shame,
but time moves on.
written 4-17-11
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2011
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