I tried calling Barbara a few minutes ago and there was no answer. I hope her kids had her over to eat supper. I have had a lazy day here. Remembering a lot about our Brother. I can only imagine he is peaceful and watching over all of his Family today...Oh what I would give to see him again...And Daddy and Mama and Debby...
A day to remember Sister's poem...
A day to remember Sister's poem...
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Home Again
They say you can't go home again
And I guess "they" should know,
But, oh, my heart is weary
And I want to go there so.
To sit on Daddy's lap again
And feel his love for me,
To hear trot a little horsey
As I sit upon his knee.
To see Mama in the kitchen
Doing what she loved to do,
To help her if she'd let me,
But she didn't want me to.
I guess it's not the home I miss
But the feeling that I had
That everything would be alright
When I saw Mom and Dad.
They say I can't go home again,
But maybe "they" don't know.
I think I'll close my eyes and drift
And just see where I can go.
I'll taste the fresh milk again
Still warm from the cow
And feel the earth between my toes,
Soft and loose from Daddy's plow.
Maybe I'll hear Mama call again
"Kids, supper's ready."
And we'll all go rushing in. She'll say,
"Wait for Daddy."
Maybe me, Sis, and Brother will go
To the creek and spend a day
Chasing after crawdads, or on
The pondbank's slippery clay.
They say I can't go home again
But maybe "they" don't know
If I close my eyes and drift
Just where my memories let me go.
By: Fleta Aday
3 comments:
Dear Helen, sorry I haven't been around for a while. Been so busy.
I love the poem Fleta wrote. It's wonderful.
Hope you're taking care of yourself.
Love, Patty
That is a lovely poem so filled with feeling. Sometimes it hurts to remember those no longer with us, but then it is also a sweet,welcome pain.
"I guess it's not the home I miss
But the feeling that I had"
That sentence says it all.
Brenda, Mom and I went to the cemetary last night.
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