The Bricks of my Past
If you ask me my story
The bricks of my past
Of what is inside
This heart and this mind
I will tell
If you dare to listen a spell,
I will tell you
Argyle, Budweiser, Alpine, and Tab
And I will tell you much more
I will tell you that…
The Mason’s, Bakker’s, and Leeper’s are my bloodline
That I saw every Thanksgiving and Christmas time
With pies galore, from Aunt Bea and Grandma
As us, kids tore open our presents so happily
Of escaping to my Aunt Barb’s
Who did not live far
Right by McDonald park
I will tell you
If you listen… of…
Summers spent in our galvanized pool
Presbyterian vacation bible school
Ghost in the Graveyard, Lemon Aid
Red Rover, send Kathi right over
Naming water bugs as friends
In the old timers, Herman and Edna’s back yard
I will tell you
Quite clear…of…
Beans Hawaiian on the stove
Pet Rocks on the table
Mom’s crafts all around
My father’s pointed work boots by the door
Standing on my head until my face turned red
Stealing cookies from the jar
Cartoons on Saturday mornings
I will tell you
Of good times
Filled with cheer
I will tell you… of…
The frozen chocolate dipped bananas that were a treat
But oh how Dad’s liver and onions made us weep
However, we all loved those special times
When we ran home from where we played
Because mom chimed
Who could not forget her yelp?
“MASON TIME”
Everyone knew, the message got around
Then we were home bound
If you can listen for a spell
I will tell you…of…
Grand Oak Hill festivals
Holy Family church picnics
Marching in the neighborhood parades
Running around the city without a care
Not a worry in our minds of any crime
Because things were simpler
No one was in a hurry
Now
I have told you…
I have told you of my story
As short as it could be
I have not filled you in on it all
Because most of it is memories
Those that come floating back to me
The bricks of my past
By Katherine Kay
© 2012 Katherine Kay
(All rights reserved)
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