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In and out, in and out,
Like the wind's passage,
Through an open window,
Brushing the drape's edge.
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Olden memories come fleetingly,
Bringing back thoughts of yesteryear,
A child racing along a dirt path,
Barefoot, hair flying, loved and dear.
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A fancy dress with ruffles and lace,
A cherished gift of shoes shiny and new,
Little angelic child so excited,
Socks lace edged with ribbon bows of deep blue.
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The moment returns as clear as the day,
Bringing an excitement ever so real,
A smile slowly creeps across my aging face,
Capturing happiness through thoughts surreal.
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The family home place comes to my mind,
I shed a tear for what once had been,
Only a shell of a loving home,
Abandoned now much to my chagrin.
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Daddy's old truck sits rusting away,
The family car parked long ago,
Like the people that lived in the house,
Years have stripped the youthful glow.
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Remembering Mother and Daddy,
Many kids to clothe and feed,
Daddy had mules to work the fields,
He plowed, hoed and planted seed.
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Mother would stay up late at night,
Sewing our clothes with a treadle machine,
Cooking, canning and drawing water,
Washing by hand to her was just routine.
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Oh yes life was rough and tough back then,
Yet I would like to return for a season,
Neighbor helped neighbor no strings attached,
Sincere caring hearts needed no reason.
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Prayer was not a thing to shun,
Seems like everyone embraced,
The helping hand from the Lord,
Daily in our lives was enlaced.
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As the window closes to the wind,
My mind shuts out thoughts of the past,
Though happy for the remembering,
Living a memory cannot last.
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Earlier years remembered,
Memories not forgotten,
They are the basis for today,
Memories thus enlighten.
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Gayle Davis©
16 February 2009
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