MAMA AND PAPA'S, THE HOUSE OF MEMORIES

Pepsodent and apple shampoo
fake teeth holders pink and blue
Red Leather couch
and red room
games
chipwood walls
pretty and ugly and plain
The huge bookcase
filled with hundreds of books
read by the woman
who cleaned and cooked
Spiderweb candleholder
made of cast iron and crimson felt
hung on the wall
where few candles would melt
Cornbread in the kitchen
preachin' on tv
we're climblin' the hall walls
and Mama's makin' tea
Mama and Papa's house
the best place
we had fun
playin' inside
playin' in the sun
Clothes on the line
and a popsicle swing
sittin' on the porch
was the best time to sing
Makin' mud pies
and a salad for Polly
burying treasure
and playin' with dolly
Stayin' up late watchin' CMT
waitin' for Fancy'
til we fell asleep
Cabbage Patch Kids
and Barbie Dolls
tryin' to stay awake
to see Santa Claus
Huntin' easter eggs
pink, yellow, green, and blue
catchin' leaves and
spinnin' in circles too
Dancin' to the kids
that fell off the block
groanin' when bedtime
was eight o'clock
Chickens and bunnies
dogs and cats
basketballs over the wire
baseballs and bats
Willow tree and big open field
Washer and dryer and stove and fridge
all on the porch
homemade ice cream
Honeysuckle and daffodils
tiny wild strawberrie
mushed by cartwheels
Hot potato andpeppermint sticks
bubblegum,bubblegum, in a dish
Big bad wolf and
mother may i
Simon says
and i spy
Carvin' in the posts and
diggin' in the sand
catchin' lightnin' bugs
and smearin' 'em on our hands
Funeral for Goldie
and a new born kitty
Beauty salon in town
office in the city"
just a boy and girl
in a little canoe
"well if you want out it's up to you
Makin' up cheersand talkin'
about our dreams
these were a few
of our favorite things
Mandy was bossy
stingy was Nicky
Elizabeth was sweet
and I was sneaky
Four beautiful little girls
three with straight hair
one with curls
These are the memories
I have when I was a little girl
my two favorite cousins
and my big sissie was my world
The house is gone
along with Mama...
Will they wake up and remember
how we had it so good?
That house..is a memory
That woman... is an angel
in me, in them
and she will find a way
She's in her House
waitin' for the songs
of fate to sing on us
and we'll be home again

written: January 22, 2004by: toni d wilbanksrevised(November 15, 2004) and will possibly be revised again