My eyes could barely gaze upon The dresser in Mom's room; I'd tiptoe up to see her things And to smell of her perfume. Talcum powder and a jewelry box And some lipstick she never wore; I tried so hard to reach those things, Standing on the bottom drawer. Her brush and comb were silver-rimmed… Continue reading Momma’s Dresser
Category: Poetry
Momma’s Biscuits
Momma's favorite bowl was golden Trimmed with brown, for kneading dough. Every day she sifted flour For the biscuits we loved so. She pinched off the dough, then rolled it, Patting it out with loving hands; With a sprinkle of flour upon it She dropped biscuits onto the pan. I miss seeing momma kneading, Miss… Continue reading Momma’s Biscuits
Laborer
Daddy said I had to register For school all by myself. "You can write now, hon," he said, "So do it by yourself." The teacher stopped to help me out As she knelt there by my side. "What is this word?" I asked of her "Father's occupation," she replied. "Where does he work?" she asked… Continue reading Laborer
Home, To Me
Traveling is my secret passion; Oftentimes, I love to roam. But when asked, I like to tell folks Of the mountains I call home. Home, to me, is Smoky Mountains With her mists floating towards the sky; Bright profusion of wild flowers, Autumn colors that blind the eye. Honeysuckle, Rhododendron, Pine trees standing proud and… Continue reading Home, To Me
General Store
The door would open with a swing; I could smell the fresh oiled floor. My favorite place on earth to be Was the local General Store. My dusty feet on hardwood floors On a sunny summer day, Or blasting heat from an old wood stove Keeping winter winds at bay. Large glass cases displayed the… Continue reading General Store
Friendship’s Garden
I've a garden I must tend to; Treat it with the greatest care. Every kind of flower grows here, And each of them is very rare. Every flower is my favorite; Their petals stretch up toward the sky. Some thrive richly in the sunshine; Others in the sun would die. Some like rocky banks to… Continue reading Friendship’s Garden
Fishin’
My brothers spent their summers fishin' And always wanted me to go. I would've fished with them all summer If I didn't hate worms so. But their pleading finally swayed me, So we drove to their favorite spot, Slid down the bank and climbed over rocks To the shade, where it wasn't so hot. I… Continue reading Fishin’
Honey, We’re Poor
My Daddy worked hard all his life, But never got ahead. And all we had to eat each day Was pinto beans and bread. A child could never know that, though, With fields to run and play. With trees to climb and creeks to wade And adventures every day. Daddy talked to me one night… Continue reading Honey, We’re Poor
Gardening
Daddy tilled the lot beside our house With a horse and plow each year. A full day's work, that plowing was With rocks making it hard to steer. We worked from daybreak until dark When planting time came around, With Daddy watching the moon's phase To put seed in the ground. My brother shoveled, I… Continue reading Gardening
Marm
Her given name was Miriam, But the old folks called her "Marm." She was well into her eighties Before I was ever born. How I loved to hear her stories As I'd sit upon her bed, Dating back to eighteen-hundreds And the life that she had led. Her springhouse stood just down the road With… Continue reading Marm