Scrap Book
Summers in here from days long ago
The flat paper cup, and the little pink bow
A black and white picture of our lemonade stand
The hot summer sun, our feet in the sand

The fight with my Mom over wearing those bows
I laugh at it now, but that's how it goes
My hair was so short people thought me a boy
But those bows were so wretched they brought me no joy

Here's one from my teen years, a quick snap at the track
Lord does that ever bring memories back
The roar of the engines, the reek in the air
No sweeter sound, or perfume anywhere

Ahh here's my twins full of smiles and ice cream
During summers before not even a dream
I couldn't trade them, but they weren't in my plan
Summers long past, before that man

Here's a ribbon of pink that was loved from the start
The colour so dear to my middle child's heart
She's always been frilly so fragile and and demure
She's a Mom now too that's changed her for sure

Robin my sweet, my youngest offspring
Quite unexpected, but much joy did she bring
My dashing young cowgirl, in bluejeans and boots
They've grown to adulthood my tender young shoots

They have each found a life that makes them fulfilled
Through the laughter we've shared and tears that we spilled
So many pictures, and trinkets in here
to dream through them all would take many a year

I really should do it then add some more stuff
But that sound out my window is making it tough
My grand daughter's here, yelling come and play Nan
So I'll add to this later if only I can

There's so much to do, such things to go see
A world to explore my family and me
Fairies for watching and Magic to do
I'll leave this here on the table for you

OK I think you meant the title of the next Drekinn,so here it is
title.....The Kitchen Table
have fun