Country Colored Memories
In the corner of the room
stood an old used up broom
It used to sweep my kitchen floor
I don’t much use it any more
funny how long a broom can last
no brain or heart but sweeps so fast
a broom can last for quite a while
It’ll always goes that extra mile
the broom out lasted my own mother
and when I’m gone it’ll help another
The broom has cleaned many homes in its day
Now it’s considered the old fashioned way
Loving your child is unconditionalimperfections and all The days of their youth storedIn your upstairs memory doors Memories of picnics and lazy daysGlad you took the time to play The way she held her headThe smile revealed love was said...
On long days of feeling sadnessI dig deep to find my gladness Events around me each dayAlways try to block my way Writing releases the anxiety insideSo I don’t run off and hide From the kind of person I need...
My sweet mother lived during the great depression it should’ve left that sweet child with a bad impression she later lived through a school building explosion at a neighboring school killing her small friends Ones she would never see again...
When your road is winding and longTake steps slowly and enjoy its song Look up and down and all aroundTake in the scenery and soothing sounds Some days we are a lonely soulHoping to find happiness, our goal Your Feet...