I want to go back to those days were we sit around the cracking fire...while mother makes dinner quietly and diligently while asking for various items once in a while...
dinner late as always but waited upon patiently.. children dancing around the fire place while throwing
poor insects into the fire
holding our plates and spoons for the dinner aherd..
asking father countless questions while watching him tune the radio endlessly..
begging grandma for a moon light tale while she makes us promise to be good children..
Days filled with laughter and echoes of voices in the air
Days long gone nd lost in memory lane..
©francisca
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