Sunday, February 3, 2019

Days Of Old

                                         I miss days of old
                                        when simple times were here
                                        walking down a country road
                                        not a worry or a fear

                                        Playing outside all day
                                        losing track of time
                                        rushing in to mama's cooking
                                        not a bite left behind

                                        When prayer was in school
                                        and the freedom to say
                                        going outside for recess
                                        learning mixed with play

                                        Neighbors helping neighbors
                                        through good times and bad
                                        the most loyal friends
                                        so willing and glad

                                        Looking forward to church
                                        spirit-filled revivals too
                                        fried chicken Sunday dinner
                                        and banana pudding menu

                                        Walking to the store
                                         a few pennies in hand
                                         buying penny candy
                                         thinking it was grand

                                        Wearing hand me down clothes
                                         feeling they were new
                                         getting a new pair of shoes
                                         to last the school year through

                                         The joy of Christmas time
                                          and waiting so patiently
                                          for that apple and orange
                                          under the Christmas tree

                                          Each night at bedtime
                                          saying a kneeling prayer
                                          thanking God for his blessings
                                          and tender, loving care

                                          © Susie Swanson, 2019


  1. Susie, I copied this sweet old memory to send to my sister. She doesn't do computers or text on we write to each other a couple times a week...we live 5 miles apart. In our youth we would have gladly walked that far. LOL. We call each other "our therapist"...because writing about our memories , or things that we are going thru helps us. Susie, when I read your posts, poems and take me with you. I love it. I am praying you are doing well and having good days. Love you so much, Blessings, xoxo, Susie

  2. Absolutely, Susie! Those were the days. I feel sorry for the kids who know nothing about those things. I pray God sends revival to this land I love so much.

  3. Lovely poem, Susie. Those were such good times, and you describe them all so well. Wonderful memories!

  4. Your poem is precious, Susie. Brings back many fond memories. I DO love banana pudding!! I used to walk to the store and get things for my elderly neighbors and they would give me a stick of soft peppermint candy in return. I hope you will have a restful night. Blessings to you.

  5. I love this, Susie....and so true. Remember when you got ONE new pair of shoes for school and wore them with everything...and then had to had tennies for gym class. I loved this poem -it was a trip down memory lane.
    Thanks for leaving a comment on my blog about my brother's death. Love to you- xo Diana

  6. Oh Susie, I miss all those things you said too. I really remember many of them myself. This is such a heartwarming poem. I remember the apples and oranges my mom put in our stockings, and walking down to the local store and buying penny candy. That was so much fun. And neighbors helping neighbors. Growing up, and even when I was raising kids, I would ask the neighbors for some sugar if I was baking cookies. Oh, those were truly the days, Susie. I will pass this on to my kids. They should read what our mamas life was like.

    love, ~Sheri