Faye Sizemore

EVENING TIME

In the corners of my mind
Moving back in time
There are memories
Of the sweetest kind

I remember a shady tree
where we would rest at
the bend in the lane
And wait on my Father
When from work he came

And in his dinner pail
Was always a Hershey
For my brother and me
Daddy was a railroad man
We thought that he was
The best one in the land

We three would ride to the house
To the smell of biscuits in the pan
Supper done the lamp was lit
Around the radio we would sit
Boring talk it was to us and all
So we’d make hand shadows
In the lamplight upon the wall

Life was simple back then
When a giggle during radio
Was our biggest sin
Or opening the screen door
To coax a firefly in