The moment that I rise from bed
Old memories do fill my head
I am back home when I was small
And dad is whistling in the hall.
Mom’s hanging clothes upon the line
The wind is crisp, the day is fine
The children shreiking in the yard
Makes hearing conversation hard.
While Nana’s praying in her room
Pop’s sweeping sidewalks with his broom
The smell of onions fills the air
As dinner waits to be prepared.
My world gets smaller day by day
As those I love all pass away
And will to me this legacy
They bide with me in memory !
Claire V. Bogdanos 