Welcome, old friend, come on in.
I haven’t much time, but I’ve got time for you.
Rest your weary bones and sit a while.
I’ll put a kettle on and get the tea; you take the time to tell a story.
I reckon the last time I saw you was in 1923.
The snow had settled, and I was turning eight.
Sure it was; I remember that date like it was yesterday.
You showed up and took my pa away.
I grew up fast because of your old ways and never really had a childhood per se.
Ma needed my help on the farm and then walked away with a broken heart.
Well, enough about me, tell me about you.
Your visit is no surprise.
You told me to look for you when I turned ninety-three.
Have you seen Ma? How was she?
I sure do miss her smile and crooked teeth.
You know what, let’s forgo the story and skip the tea. You got a schedule to keep.
Written by Shana Marie “Never surrender yourself for gain the world.”