SWEET MEMORIES OF MY CHILDREN by Edna Tucker

SWEET MEMORIES OF MY CHILDREN

 
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 my favorite poem written by my grandmother)

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