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Looking Through Windows



I went back to my old home place

Where I was raised as a kid.

The old house was still standing,

Tho part of the roof had fallen in.



As I looked through a broken window

At what was the kitchen in this house.

I could almost smell moms biscuits

Like cotton candy, they'd melt in your mouth.



As I gazed in another window

I saw a beautiful site.

The old fireplace was still standing

That kept us warm on winter nights.



By firelight and lantern,

To us kids mom would read.

Sometimes she sit there rocking

As we listened to her sing



We couldn’t always buy new shoes

So our old ones dad would fix.

Us kids would sit around watching him

And crack walnuts between two bricks.



As I walked to the next window,

I came to grandmas room.

If she caught us kids playing there,

She chased us out with her broom.



Back then we took care of old folks.

We didn’t leave them someplace to die.

For they were our heritage.

And very important to our lives.



When granddad passed away,

Grandma was left alone.

So we opened up our hearts,

As we opened up our home.



As I walked to the backyard,

I saw the porch had fallen in.

I kissed my first girl sitting there,

But heck,I was only ten.



As I walked back to my car,

I looked back one last time.

All the memories here are happy ones

But I still had tears in my eyes.