I Often Thought
I often thought when they were small
And marked crisscrosses on the wall,
That childless couples had the breaks.
I realize now, ’twas my mistake.
I often thought on baking day,
When they were always in the way,
That it would be, oh well, just fine
To have my kitchen cleared, one time.
I longed for solitude, it seemed,
Some leisure time to sit and dream.
But, as they leave the old home nest,
I’m being subjected to the test.
I find that youngster’s noisy ways,
Are better far than lonely days.
Today, my house is orderly,
But yet somehow, it don’t suit me.
I have a lot of leisure time,
But, they keep straying through my mind.
My daydreams are of by-gone years,
I salt my baking with my tears.
I don’t believe I’d mind at all,
To see cross marks on the wall.
To once more hear, ‘twould be so grand,
“Please mommy, may I lick the pan?”
This is a poem that was written by my grandmother, Edna Tucker. It is probably my favorite poem written by my grandmother. She died when I was 4 years old and I can’t really remember much about her except that she was kind to me. Edna Tucker’s poems were mostly published at the time by way of the local newspaper in a small town in Oklahoma were most of my family came from.
And I often thought, “Do dogs go to Heaven?”