Window Of Time

As I look through the window of time

there's a deep peace of content and hope that cheers

for the things I see so clearly my spirits does climb

as I step into the light of my childhood years

A family all together on many evenings long ago

gathered around the table what joy it does bring

the supper hour, a magnet drawing love to glow

I listen to the voices that makes my heart sing

My mama's cooking is the best to be found

the aroma of the smells are oh so inviting

her reward is her family gathered all around

a table full of love prepared from summer's canning

I see my hard working daddy with his wrinkled brow

washing his face and hands like always before

after the end of days work and milking the cow

they all bow their heads and give Thanks even more

The old oil lamp in the middle of the table, is still there

with darkness settling in waiting for daylight

it shines so bright on mama and daddy's silver hair

and the love will forever linger in plain sight

Then comes the morning of another yesterday

with many little feet running all through the house

anxious to eat and waiting patiently for school or play

before the break of dawn it was quiet as a mouse

Walking to catch the bus and crossing the little creek

some are anxious to get to school and some in a fuss

till the sight of a long neck crane with a minnow in it's beak

so engrossed till we all just about miss the school bus

So many memories still tucked away around that old road

a place to ride an old worn out bike or play and roam

walking home from the bus in the evening in a tired mode

till I see more welcome sights that await me at home 

Awe, I see mama's pretty quilts blowing in the wind

every little stitch was sown with love in her heart

the first signs of spring has slipped around the bend

quilts and flowers in my heart will never part

All of the gardens are planted and pretty as can be

so many little hands knowing how to plant and hoe

taught when to work and when to play so patiently

the bounty is worth it, nary a weed is allowed to grow

The rewards of summertime is splashing in the creek

or running through those trails the whole day long

catching lightning bugs in a jar and playing hide and seek

in that place called childhood my heart will always belong

When the bounty is ready to harvest I see the skies so blue

soon the cool, crisp nights of Fall will give way to the cold

as the snowflakes fall so gently, the playing is way over due

down those snowy hills we own and sliding makes us bold

So many things to see through that window glass

brings joy to my heart and a hunger like I've never known

for the precious memories I hold nothing can ever surpass

in a place where childhood memories were so easily sown

Oh how I love that wonderful, old window of time

those sweet, familiar faces I see just like always before

that ageless old mantle clock will forever chime

through that window even if time has shut the door

© Susie Swanson, 2018