Memories


Memories of days long past.
Young girl at her mother's knee.
Learning to cook, to sew, to clean.
The smell of sheets hung out too dry.
The taste of homemade apple pie.
Crowded round the kitchen table,
for meals and so much more.
Doors never locked.
Neighbors were friends.
Life was so much simpler back then.
No phone, no T.V.
Hard work, clean fun, love of God and family.
Memories that warm the heart.
Soothe the mind.
Memories of days long past.

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