Tuesday, November 6
This is a poem I got out of a Reminisce magazine that James bought for me yesterday. We had a date and went to a bookstore.......but that's another story.
The author is unknown.
If I had the power to turn back the clock,
Go back to that house at the end of the block-
The house that was 'home' when I was a kid,
I know that I'd love it more now than I did.
If I could be back there at my mother's knee,
And hear once again all the things she told me,
I'd listen as I never listened before,
For she knew so well just what life had in store.
And all the advice that Dad used to give--
His voice I'll remember as long as I live;
But it didn't seem really important then,
What I'd give to live it all over again.
And what I would give for the chance I once had
To do so much more for my mother and dad,
To give them more joy and a little less pain;
A little more sunshine, a little less rain.
But the years roll on and we cannot go back
Whether we were born in a mansion or shack,
but we can start right now-in the hour that's here,
To do something more for the ones we hold dear.
And since time in its flight is traveling so fast,
Let's not spend it regretting that which is past;
But let's make tomorrow a happier day
By doing our 'good unto others'--today.
The older woman you see in the picture is my Grandma. She DID live at the end of a block. I can still remember the address.......2201 McCormick. We pass by the old house when we are in Kansas and it makes me so sad I can hardly stand it.......to see somebody else live in their house. My Grandpa always had everything so fixed up and neat, nothing out of place, I'm sure the current owners don't care a bit about the porch he took so much time with.
My Grandma had a HUGE round wooden table in her little bitty dining room. Was it a dining room? I would have my head on my mom's lap and listen to them visit........and I would also braid the tassels on Grandma's tablecloth. I'm pretty sure she didn't want me to do that.
My Grandma and Grandpa are gone, but my mom and dad are still alive. What am I waiting for?
Just how much sunshine can a kid give their mom and dad to cover up all the rain?