Years have swiftly passed,
And my youthful years are gone,
And yet I have so many memories,
Of my years of long ago.
Some things I thought back then,
Was work for me I dreaded.
But when I look back now and see,
They are pleasant memories embedded.
We were poor I've said so many times,
With many friends responding,
We, or most of us I found,
Had hard times as we corresponded.
But I wouldn't trade a day I spent,
While growing up back then.
At that time I would have,
But I've learned so much from them.
Have you ever taken paper bags,
And picked Polk Salad most the day.
I have, and we enjoyed it ,
When prepared my mother's way.
You'd think after so many years,
Of mother being gone,
The memories would fade away,
But she made our home, a home
Now I have children of my own,
And they are so precious to me.
I have two beautiful daughters,
And a grandson & granddaughter, I often see.
So No, my years have not been wasted,
They've been used for important things.
And as I age in years ahead,
Even more sweet memories, years will bring.
Faye Reyenga © 9 / 5 / 2006