Memories of Mom’s gravy
Takes me back
To when I was
3 or 4
Seems like
There was less
To worry
About and
Everybody
Got along
Just fine.
And everybody
Was interested
In one another life.
You can joke
And play and
Whatever
You wanted
To say without
Saying say I’m
Sorry that’s not
Nice to say
Or without
Anybody taking
Offense to what
You said because
They knew you
Were joking in the
First place.
That’s why? every
Time I take
A bite of mom’s
Whole made gravy
All these
Beautifully
Come rushing back
To me right away
Some day I wish I
Could go back
And live those over
Again just to show
Everybody how happy
This world was at one
Time?
When I look back on
Those memories now I’m
Thinking when to
Everybody start thinking life’s
A rat race? And why
Everybody so uptight
These days?
Feb 22nd 2006