When I was a kid growing up,
Happiness could be getting a new pup.
I learned to work before I started to school,
Of course everyone did, that was just the rule.
Oh, I remember so many good things,
How we laughed as we played and tried to sing.
Grandpa would come to our house,just making the day
After the stories, then games we would play.
We had horses to ride and even played ball,
Neighborhood parties for one and all,
I always had to play, mostly with boys,
My brother shot me with toy guns,then I made the noise
Then on special days to Grandma's house we'd go,
Times like those we never again can know.
There were Uncles, Aunts and Cousins galore,
But there was always room for just one more.
Material things were scarce, we poor it is true,
But Mother and Daddy's love always came through.
Our Joyce made us see things more clearly,
Things we took for granted, she appreciated dearly.
Then tragedy struck and things seemed to change,
Of course I know now, nothing can stay the same.
There was radio, but no TV to view,
So our grandkids asked  "Just what did you do?"
Like our parents and grandparents, when it's all said and done
And our race in life has been run,
What more can we leave our families,
Than lots of LOVE , and a FEW good memories.
 

Sue Hayes
March 1, 1997

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