I sit in quiet solitude
Reflecting on my present mood

My thoughts are on my brothers
My sisters and my mother

The times we played together under the big walnut tree
Cracking nuts for mama and we just didn’t see

She had put us to work, but we didn’t realize
That the chore we were doing would bring a surprise

Moms fudge after supper was eaten before bed
Leaving happy thoughts in our heads with nothing to dread

Morning would dawn on our fun summer days
Mom was only too glad to shoo us out to play

We ran the creek beds, always sneaking to the dam
It was a secret place we swam when no one was around

Skinny dipping and then laying out to let our hair dry
If it was wet mom would always ask why

The boys would run off to the Shortenings pond
They would run the hillside and beyond

Somehow the boys always knew when supper was ready
You could see them come over the hill, Tim, Darrel, and Teddy

All my childhood thoughts still stay very clear
Even now when I’ve grown old in years

Sometimes, I can’t remember yesterday
But I’ll never forget my childhood days

As I sit in silent solitude these memories lighten up my mood

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