Once in a great while as I sit and reminisce
I think of times past which is why I do this.
Because Mom gave us a recall assignment
To do during this Covid confinement.
Here I go, creating the list, hoping Mom will like it;
She’s not fun when she’s pissed.
Where to start, I do not know
How ’bout Rich and his banjo.
He never played much; it sat in the basement.
Like my beer can collection; a weird misplacement.
But not Loni Anderson, for there she hung
above Dad’s workbench; so bronze so young
Before I forget, let’s toss into the mix
Mom starting the fire; us shitting bricks.
Although Mark’s Harley was not saved
Thanks to her swiftness she was not too afraid.
Well, moving on to Christmas times
Long ago, so many good times.
Like Dad telling young Brian,
“Go to the kitchen, go all the way through
Santa left something special for you.”
Oh, Mom’s kitchen, now there is a story
To this day, it’s her pride, it’s her glory.
“Do I dare make a sandwich?” I thought long ago
“Nope, I’m sorry the kitchen is closed.” (German accent)
Continuing on, let us talk of the tunes
That played from bedrooms on long afternoons.
Michelle’s Boogie Child that drove us wacky
Dad’s, Kumbaya that was oh so tacky.
But, hey, there’s John’s dancing; his unique style
As he Mick Jaggered himself right down the aisle.
Anyway, I drone and ramble
There’s just too many memories for me to unscramble.
Well dear siblings, dear Mom and dear Dad
You made me so happy you made me so glad.
So, I will end it with one last cry:
What was I thinking wearing that tie?
