Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Love Holds The Key









There’s a little felt hat hanging on the wall
A faded apron hanging behind the kitchen door
 Such cherished old memories so easy to recall
They are still hanging there like always before

He with his overalls, hair and beard of gray
She in her kitchen cooking on a woodstove
That tantalizing smell always made my day
Like cattle to market, they came in a drove

My heart still yearns for that little porch swing
In the warm, summer breeze, they could be found
Watching grandchildren grow, made their heart sing
That little house was a regular stomping ground

When the north wind blew making itself known
The old quilting frames were hanging down low
A masterpiece she made, each square was hand sown
Each stitch was in place lined up in a row

And the little work shed under the maple tree
I can see him there making handles for each tool
He took such pride in his work and artistry
Such a wise man, he never had much school

So much goings on, eyes were bright as the sun
Those cathead biscuits in the oven I still see
Oh how I miss his jokes and tricks, all in fun 
That crabapple sure didn’t taste like an apple to me

 Today the hat and apron are still hanging on the wall
The little porch swing squeaks, calling, calling to me
Although the house is quiet, my memories I still recall
To this granddaughter’s heart, love holds the key

                                                      ©Susie Swanson, 2013


12 comments:

  1. Susie, You have those beautiful memories to share with us. I wish I had could remember my g.parents. I was told I saw them when I was 4 or 5 ...but I do not remember them. I love reading about your life . Blessings to you, xoxo,Susie

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    1. Aww, thank you Susie. I wish you could have had it too. They're precious memories for sure. Blessings to you as well.

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  2. I am right there with you, Susie. I miss my grandparents, especially my daddy's mother, all the time. Precious memories of love!

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  3. I've never heard of cathead biscuits! There sure is something special about grandparents...I have so many fond memories of all the times I spent with mine. Now I'm a grandparent, and know I'm making the same kind of memories with my grandson:) Special times.

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    1. Thank you Lise. Cathead biscuits are as big as cat's head. lol I guess that's where the name came from.

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  4. Susie,
    I love the border and holiday decorations on your blog. It's really festive. I enjoyed this poem very much and love the photo. Everything really looks great on your blog.

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  5. Aw, what a sweet picture and poem, Susie. I really enjoyed this. Great memories!

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  6. Hi Susie! This is such a beautiful poem. It really touched my heart. I loved the picture. I have a rocking chair in my kitchen and next to it is an old antique butter churn. It is a cozy little corner and I love to sit there and rock and look out my window. Hanging on the back of the rocking chair is my Dad's old red and blue flannel jacket. He called it his "garage coat". He always put it on when he went out to his work shop in the garage. My husband and I both wear it today and it hangs there in a place of honor. It brings back so many memories and it feels so comforting to wear on those days when we are missing him the most. I hope that you are feeling better Susie and having a good week so far! With Love, Delisa :)

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  7. Hello Susie! I found your blog via sweet Delisa :) You have a wonderful site and I am looking forward to visiting again.

    Thank you for sharing this delightful poem - it brought tears to my eyes because I can relate. You certainly write beautiful words!

    I hope you are enjoying this Christmas season and like I said, I look forward to visiting again. Blessings to you!

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