A POEM TO WHICH I CAN RELATE VIA MY MOM

A POEM TO WHICH I CAN RELATE

I remember the bologna of my Childhood
And the bread that we cut with a knife
When the Children helped with the housework
And the men went to work not the wife.

The cheese never needed a fridge
And the bread was so crusty and hot
The Children were seldom unhappy
And the Wife was content with her lot.

I remember the milk from the bottle
With the yummy cream on the top
Our dinner came hot from the oven,
And not from a freezer; or shop.

The kids were a lot more contented,
They didn’t need money for kicks,
Just a game with their friends in the road,
And sometimes the Saturday flicks.

I remember the shop on the corner,
Where cookies for pennies were sold
Do you think I’m a bit too nostalgic?
Or is it….I’m just getting Old?

Bathing was done in a wash tub,
With plenty of rich foamy suds
But the ironing seemed never ending
As Mama pressed everyone’s ‘duds’.

I remember the slap on my backside,
And the taste of soap if I swore
Anorexia and diets weren’t heard of
And we hadn’t much choice what we wore.

Do you think that bruised our ego?
Or our initiative was destroyed?
We ate what was put on the table
And I think life was better enjoyed.

Author Unknown…

If you can remember those days…
Continue to enjoy your Retirement
& GOOD BLESS YOU.

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2 thoughts on “A POEM TO WHICH I CAN RELATE VIA MY MOM

    1. You betcha & rummage sales, church fundraisers, missions drives, etc. Unlike today, we were grateful for every bit of it. My Catholic high school had a carnival every summer & class rooms were filled with clothing & apparel item. Mom would hall us kids over there the week before it started to help sort everything ’cause then we got first dibs at cut rate prices & those were our school clothes for that year.
      Hugs, T

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