Snowflakes a-fallin’, in the kitchen Mom’s callin’, <br />“You youngens get out of that bed! ” <br />The day’s now a-wastin’, the biscuits a-bakin’ <br />And I got lots to do ’ere ye’re fed. <br /> <br />Son, help your brother straighten up those covers <br />You never know who’ll drop by today; <br />Go wash up with the others, gather round the table, <br />Hold hands, and now let us pray: <br /> <br />‘Lord, for the night’s rest we’re grateful <br />For those ’round the table and for daily meat; <br />Now bless what’s before us, in the name of Jesus, ’ <br />Alright, now y’all can eat. <br /> <br />When y’all are through eatin’ the chickens need feedin’ <br />And there’s firewood that needs bringin’ in. <br />Now go feed your dog, give the scraps to the hogs <br />And bring back an armload of kindlin.’” <br /> <br />It seems just yesterday we sat at that table, <br />Mom and Dad and the whole family; <br />I never knew then just how precious to me <br />Would those wintertime memories be. <br /> <br />No, we never were rich in material things, <br />Tough times made you want to cry; <br />But we had love to spare for all of us there <br />And for any stranger that dropped by. <br /> <br />They say you can’t go back to days gone by, <br />I’m sorry, but I must disagree— <br />For I often do return and again live <br />As in this, my wintertime memory.<br /><br />Loyd C. Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wintertime-memories/
