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
