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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