Rhythmic Stories December 4, 2020

Sack Lunches

I was looking at a picture that my mother had taken, her back was to the sun
We were all squinting and shielding our faces from the morning sun it wasn’t any fun

In the photo, looking at our hands, each one was full
Holding our sack lunch mom had made us for school

While most other kids stood in line with their quarters for their mess
We had already eaten our lunches and headed out for recess

Mama never had extra quarters and I was thankful
She made ham salad sandwiches and oatmeal cookies in our sack we took to school

One of the most important and memorable parts of growing up back when
was my mother’s requirement that we eat our meals together then

No such thing as sitting in front of the TV to eat your meal
We started each meal with a quick prayer, but no big deal

We ate our meals over jokes and laughter, to the clanging of forks and knives

It was a great time to grow up, a fond memory of that era in my life.

I remember my mother made sure my dad got his plate first
Daddy works to put that food there and on your backs your shirts

It made me realize how important working and supporting family was

It was a good lesson for us, as mama explained, she never said Just Because

Our typical Sunday chicken dinner seem like a kings feast
I always looked forward to Sunday dinners top off with moms rolls made from yeast

Today’s children would probably turn their nose in the air
The designer lunch bags have replaced the plain paper sack my mama filled with flair

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