Country Colored Memories
It was puzzles or cards
Playing Tag in the yard
No devices that distract
Our family was intact
We had Carefree days
It was our hillside way
Playing until dark
Our yard was our park
Country life was a slower race
We lived each day at our own pace
We picked bluebonnets or
Indian paints
Down the hill by grandad’s gate
Only, After We did our chores
Could We run out the front door
It was a place and a time in the past
Too bad those days could not last
I’ll keep you with me wherever I goTucked deep in my heart where only I know Wherever I am, you will be thereIf only I could see you; life isn’t fair I will always love you until life is overAnd...
The quilt was made from many squares Fabric from old dresses, or shirts, really from everywhere Cornerstones, layers, and colorful borders Carefully placed in a mindful order A quilter used her favorite group Then laid out her quilt on frames...
Life is a whisper at bestA cry in the wind, then a rest generations passing and flying bydays of laughter intermingled with cries making footpaths for others to followbut the imprints get lost thru the hollows words whispered in the...
As a small girl my favorite memory of my motheralways involved the kitchen in one way or another I always awoke to the wonderful smellsOf bacon and biscuits, you could always tell My mama always had a smile on her...