Bygone

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Mom was cooking at four on the dot
using her white aluminum pot
 
Dinner was ready at four forty five
That’s when dad came up the drive
 
Monday through Friday this did take place
No matter the season, no matter the case
 
I think this messed up my thinking somehow
Trying to change this was a big disallow
 
Even now from
time to time,
I feel the guilt
For not cooking, 
my mind
goes on tilt
 
I try to remember this was from days gone by
Seems those early traditions are hard to untie
 
So once in a while you will find me
With a white pot on a cooking spree
When I think of the set up
that my parents had
I don’t really believe
the thinking was
half bad
 
 
 
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About kwicksand

Sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts. ~David Bowie
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