"The Olden Days"

Two Sisters Waiting for Daddy to Come Home

from work

Sitting on curb, at the end of our Street.

Why? I ask myself now.

He had no idea, clueless to our admiration.

It was the Olden days,

things were different then.

I see it so crystal clear now,

It was sick, I know but back then it was right

Until the golden sun set at night.

When He finally turned into out Street,

We giggled and ran, laughing all the way to our house.

He did not stop to give us a ride,

No hugs or kisses when we got to the house and inside,

God knows what He was thinking about.

We always found out, though.

Good thoughts or bad, back then we did not care,

He was home!

Dinner was quiet, He did not ask how our day went.

Selfish and cruel is all I remember,

Mom put us to bed early in our baby-dolls.

No air-conditioning, we were so hot

To pass the time we sang,

Somewhere Over the Rainbow and Moon River.

He did not say goodnight,

Gone, off to his friends house.

Mom was quiet,

Finally they got a T.V.!

The joy of the night,

T.V. became their friend,

Forgetting about the two little ones trying to sleep in the heat.

Reflecting back,

He taught me how not to parent my own.

The dark, quiet, hot air

The coldness felt throughout,

The Olden Days.

I left at 17, rented a room advertised

a few Towns away. No good-byes.

Peacefulness found.

My Sister never forgave me for leaving her there,

No more singing at night, she left and stayed at her best friends HOME.

Those were the Olden Days,

Now I have memories of tucking my three in for the night.

Knowing I did it right.

Odd, what He taught me,

To be the family I dreamed of back then,

Came true, full circle with love this time.

Oh! He knew.

Now I watch my daughter tuck in her four year old,

Love, joy, and happy dreams.

No sweating or singing,

I was determined I guess.

The Olden Days are gone,

Leaving a legacy of beautiful rainbows,

and music for generations to come.

Amazing,

The New Days are joyful!

The Olden Days can stay Olden,

forever.