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 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
So, let us begin with Rich and his banjo.
He never played much because it sat in the basement.
Much like my beer can collection that had a weird misplacement.
But not Loni Anderson, for there she hung
above Dad’s workbench; so beautiful, so young.
Before I forget, let’s toss this into the mix
Mom starting the fire which caused us to crap bricks.
No worries though Mark’s Harley was not saved
Thanks to her bravery she was not too afraid.
Well, moving on to Christmas times
So long ago, so many pastimes.
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
I swear to this day, it’s her pride, it’s her glory.
“Do I dare make a sandwich?” I thought long ago
“Nope, no way the kitchen is closed.”
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 was no less than tacky.
But, hey, there’s John’s dancing, with his own unique style
As he Mick Jaggered himself right down the aisle.
Anyway, I drone and I 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 bowtie?
