The old home place
where I grew up,
Still lives within my heart.
Of all the holidays and neighbor friends,
That old house played the biggest part.
A wide old porch with wooden chairs,
Was a major part of me.
It will always be a part of life.
As long as I shall be.
The years will pass,
And times may change,
But memories are a part of life,
And they'll remain the same.
They were not always good times,
Some were even bad.
And we worked very hard,
For everything we had.
Mother grew many flowers,
But daddy had his choice.
He loved the sweetness of the Kate Jasmine,
Just outside the door.
For me, I liked the watermelons that daddy grew,
That was always special to me.
We'd roll some under the bed,
And they'd stay crisp and sweet as they could
I helped my mom wash fruit jars,
For we canned all that we could raise.
And washed clothes in a big wash pot,
We washed it seemed all day.
But, memories are good to have,
Though some may bring back tears,
But most of what we have when we grow old,
Are memories of all those many years.
Faye Reyenga © 12 / 6 / 2004