Remember the simple
joys of youth
and of mud between
your toes.
Remember the wonder
of butterflies
and one landing
on your nose,
Remember days
of sun and fun and flowers all aglow
Icicles hanging,
snowmen calling,
angels in the
snow.
Remember the prom,
and how Mom got
all teary-eyed
With pride, beautiful
clothes,
getting all "dolled
up"
And posing for
pictures side by side.
Remember eighteen,
nineteen, twenty,
and then finally
Twenty-one.
We*ve got the world by the tail;
we’re coming out
on top,
we’re finally
number one.
Remember butterflies
of a different kind,
and a major, major
love
Remember dating,
nervous sweating,
playful playground
shoves,
Passing notes
on down the row
and shy smiles
behind our hands
Remember stealing
kisses, making wishes,
praying for a
Man.
Remember walking
down the aisle, with everyone there to see,
Remember the first
fights, and the make-up times,
and Strolls along
the beach,
Here comes baby,
and
"Oh, walk to Mama"
comes round all too soon.
JFK assassination,
Martin Luther King
and One Giant
Step upon the Moon.
Our memory serves
us well
when we become
old and gray.
When things don*t go so well at 80 years old
we can always
remember the days,
When we squished
the mud between our toes and
How butterflies
landed on our nose
And flowers bloomed
and were all aglow
And angels in
the snow.
We tried so hard
to make things better for our kids
That we made them
worse.
For my grandchildren,
I*d know better.
I*d really like for them to know about
Hand-me-down clothes
And homemade ice
cream and leftover meat loaf.
I really would.
