Remembering the time
Of years gone by
Sitting at the table
Grace said before each meal
As we all dined together
No distractions like T.V.
Mobiles not yet invented
Just talking of day we had
Father always spoke first
Spoke about his working day
Large families were the norm
Among the working class
We knew he worked very hard
To provide for all of us
We never knew how tough it was
For Mums and Dads at the time
But one thing we knew for certain
Just how much each one was loved
We loved them back as much
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely write of memories. Now life seems false, fast and just want for the unnecessary. Thank You
True but very sad, thank you for your comment Lyn much appreciated