A Country Memory

Purple gumdrops in a crystal flowered bowl
Needlepoint left in a rocking chair, maybe for show
Lace curtains in the parlor, ageless and refined
Stockings of gray hung on the mantle, so refined

White candlesticks sitting upon the black marble mantle
Clear as day the front doorbell rings, a melody soft and gentle
Aromas of gingerbread mingle with an air of peppermint
Cuddling in Grandpas' lap, sighing softly with contentment

Checkerboard laid across an old antique table of yore
Kissing Grandmas' cheek, getting a hug and many more
Playing in mud puddles, pushing little cars in the sand
Swinging on an old tire swing, loving Gods' land