Every now and then, as I sit and think back,
I remember the good times, so I’m writing this track.
Mom asked us to share our memories,
To do during this COVID time—just us, a few families.
So here I go, creating a list, hoping Mom will enjoy it;
Why?
She’s way less fun when she’s in a fit!
Now, where to start? It’s a bit of a puzzle—
How about Rich and his banjo, a musical cuddle?
He didn’t play much; it just gathered dust in the basement,
Like my stinky beer can collection—a funny placement.
But not Loni Anderson; she hung gracefully there
Above Dad’s workbench, as bronze as a flair.
Oh, and remember that time Mom lit the fire—
We were all in a panic, feeling quite dire!
Though Mark’s Harley didn’t make it through,
Mom was quick on her feet; she knew just what to do. (kind of)
Now, let’s take a stroll down memory lane—
Ah, Christmases long ago, such joy, not a strain!
Like when Dad called out to Brian,
“Go to the kitchen; go all the way through
Santa left something especially for you!”
Speaking of Mom’s kitchen! What a tale it could tell.
To this day, it’s her pride; it fits her so well.
“Do I dare make a sandwich?” I thought with a grin,
“Nope, I’m sorry, the kitchen’s closed!” she’d say
In her thick German spin.
Let’s keep going and chat about the tunes
That filled our home on those long afternoons.
Michelle’s “Boogie Child” was quite the bug,
While Dad’s “Kumbaya” was a bit of an “ugh”.
And how could we forget John’s dancing flair?
He brought Mick Jagger’s moves right into the air!
I know I’m rambling, and there’s so much more,
There are so many memories, and it’s hard to keep score.
To my dear siblings and to you, Mom and Dad,
You filled my life with joy; I’m so glad for that.
So, I’ll wrap this up with a lighthearted sigh:
What was I thinking wearing that tie?
