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Poem: Family Time

I am a writer. My passion is poetry. I feel words connect people together and help us to understand the feelings we share.

"People With No Kids Don't Know", by Jeff Roy


Childhood pictures
flash in my mind.

As young as five
sitting at the dining room table,
a family
playing board games like
monopoly, chutes-and-ladders, scrabble and yahtzee,
the action ones like
don’t break the ice, kerplunk, don’t spill the beans, and rock-m-sock-m robots,
Giggling as we each lost.

Gathering around the tube
favorite snack in hand,
watching Neil Armstrong
take his first step,
remembering the moment
colors first flashed upon the screen.

Those Sunday drives
to nowhere,
sweet aroma from the bakery
waiting anxiously for the clock to turn to four
the exact moment
fresh baked cookies and donuts
would be removed
from the sweltering hot oven.

Picking wild strawberries
along the old railroad tracks
in the wee hours of the morning
during the month of May.

Those magical moments
lessons were taught,
appreciate one’s family
making moments count.

Smiling within,
each memory I cherish,
thankful for my perfect examples,
Mother and Father.

"Humble and Kind" by Tim McGraw



BRENDA ARLEDGE (author) from Washington Court House on September 24, 2020:


I am glad you could relate to my poem.

Sundays was always a day for our family.

Thanks for reading.

Billybuc on September 24, 2020:

"Sunday drives to nowhere"....we took the same drives, every Sunday, climb n the car, Dad choosing a direction, and just driving and seeing what we could see, always stopping for an ice cream cone along the way. Great memories and a very enjoyable walk through your past.

BRENDA ARLEDGE (author) from Washington Court House on June 21, 2019:

Thank you Amani.

Amani Utembu from Nairobi -Kenya on June 21, 2019:


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