~ Back Roads ~
I took a walk today, down the back roads of my
Not really knowing, just what I might find.
It was like opening a photo album, the picture's
All of my family, soon started to appear.
I felt my daddy's hug again, he'd hold a little
I could almost hear my Mother whisper, is
everything alright ?
My brother was teasing me, just like he use to
Oh what golden memories, every one of them so
I can smell the aroma, of cooking in the air,
My grandma and grandpa, oh what a pair.
I see my Aunt and Uncle, coming down the walk,
You could hear them coming for a mile, as loud
as those two talked.
I hear my other siblings, playing out in the
Momma's cutting out the biscuits, and daddy's
getting out the lard.
Soon the table will be set, the family will all
sit down to eat,
So many memories made from love, oh how
I can see the love a flowing, from this family
way back when,
But I know one day soon, I'll see everyone of
Golden memories are like pictures, keepsakes you
If you look close enough, down the back roads of
Brenda D King
©May 23, 2005
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