Just Around The Bend
Sundays were special
around our house.
First, you went to church,
and then came home.
Often the family would
gather and share Sunday
lunch, but every now and
then, Daddy liked to have
a Sunday picnic. We loved
these Sundays a bunch.
In the car we'd cram,
stuffed like little sardines
in a can. Sometimes,
we'd go to the country,
and other times the beach.
Having fun in either place
was such a treat.
I preferred the country
drives, and long ride
to find the perfect spot
just to play and hide.
There was a special place
which had a natural spring
with cool, clear water,
babbling over the rocks,
it could almost sing.
A soothing sound to the
soul, and refreshment
for your thirst. We often
raced, just to see who
would get there first.
Daddy liked the beach
and pier; always
bringing his pole to
catch a whopper. A finer
sight you'd never behold.
Momma would catch crabs,
and I'd wait to see trying
to decide if they were a
boy or girl. You could always
tell by the color of the
underbelly shell.
I didn't like to bait my hook,
I was such a girl.
I'd wait patiently for Daddy
to do it for me.
Everything I caught,
always seemed
to get thrown back, but
is wasn't for the lack of
trying. I just didn't have
the knack.
We always had plenty
to eat and dirty feet
to get washed, whether
at the beach or in the
country. We always lost
a shoe or two.
We'd have
to play find the shoe,
before we could go.
Sometimes, I think Daddy
hid them just so we
didn't have to leave.
As soon as we were back
on the road, a hush fell
on us kids. Seems we
got the best sleep on
the way back.
Often, by the time
we were home,
Daddy would have to
carry each of us to bed.
We were such sleepy heads.
Those were the best days,
and they passed way too
fast. Sometimes, I wish
I could go back and make
them last just a little
longer.
Memories have a way
of reminding us of
things we thought we
had forgot, but with
each memory remembered
there is that special plot.
How we'd play tricks,
and laugh so hard
our stomach ached.
These were the days
of reality. They were
genuine with no fakes.
So I'll travel down the
road again, and take
just another spin.
To think about the
beauty and the love
we shared on Sundays.
Sweet Memories
are just around
the bend.
Sheila M. Williams
06-15-08
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