marian johnson Poems
|1.||My Sweet Joseph||2/28/2012|
|4.||An Archeological Failure||3/2/2012|
|5.||James C. Comer||3/5/2012|
|6.||Reader Comments On Poemhunter.Com||3/5/2012|
|8.||Our Mothers Plea||3/16/2012|
The fondest memories I've ever had
are when I lived with my grandparents, brother, and dad.
Waiting for grandpa to come home from work
to give us mint candy with a sincere smirk.
Climbing the branches of the dogwood tree,
Racing through the garden, happy as can be.
Working with grandpa in his woodshop,
Listening to grandma tell fables of Aesop.
Swimming in the ditch after a huge rainstorm,
bobbing for crab apples, for us that was the norm.
There are so many memories that I could say
But I'll save those for another day.
The best part is sharing these with ...