Tuesday, June 10, 2025

Waffling Memories


memories of a previous time

waffle through my thoughts

like smoke from a barbeque,

leaving smells and flavors

reminiscent of simpler days

when boys played cowboys

and girls played house...

a time when fathers cooked

chicken, hamburgers, and hotdogs

on backyard grills and mothers

made potato salad, baked beans,

corn on the cob and casseroles.

days where no one locked their doors

we moved each other's lawns,

sang carols to those homebound

hot chocolate - doughnuts afterward.

neighborhood dogs ran freely 

cats got stuck in dogwood trees,

corner lot houses were the center

of the community and we all

got along with everyone, never

worried about gender or ethnicity.

males committed misdemeanors,

speeding tickets rather given,

police cars were signs of security

and everyone was there to help.

those waffling memories don't

visit me much anymore but when

they do, are a pleasant surprise.


June 1, 2025

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