Sweet Memories

MasonJar

White wicker creaks on the old back porch
Saccades sing in the hot summers scorch.

Laundry blows and dries quickly on the line
Smell of fried chicken was mighty fine.

Southern drawls and sweet iced tea
Aunts, Grand-momma and our family.

Afternoon showers, yes ma’am and please
Precious are sweet Carolina memories.

Magnolia trees fragrantly bloom
Four poster bed, wood floors in our room.

Mason jars filled with fire flies
Long drawn out and sad good-byes.

Blessed to recall a love so grand
Grateful for abundant blessings by His hand.

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