I live in the past in so many ways,
I dream of those precious, fond yesterdays
With Grandma and Pop out on the front lawn;
What happened? Where have those happy years gone?
I see them so clearly -- I want to go
Back to the simple times I used to know;
To spend just an hour would mean so much...
To hear Grandma's sweet voice, and feel her touch,
And to see, once more, the smile on Pop's face,
Such mem'ries a lifetime cannot erase!
The little boy I was felt so secure,
All things would be well, of that I was sure.
I knew no troubles, no heartaches or strife:
O! For a chance to return to that life.
"You boys, take your shoes off, and shut the door..."
What I wouldn't give to hear that once more!
"There, there..." had the power to calm our fears,
"It's bedtime," were the worst words we could hear.
My Grandma and Pop have both passed away,
And I guess I really should live "today",
But when I get homesick for times long gone
I stop and take the time to think upon
Those little boys and girls and old folks, too,
And somehow that helps me to make it through...

..........H. L. Gradowith..........

05-10-01
 Back to Gradowiths Homepage