Born in the late nineteen twenties
Times were mighty bad.
Back then a bunch of hungry mouths
to feed
Was all that Daddy had.
The next meal an unanswered
question
So my mama said.
Looking back on those lean years
Wonder how they kept us fed.
Jobs were mighty hard to find
Food scarce as it could be
The three that I remember most
Are Poke Salad, Cornbread and
Sassafras Tea.
Eight kicking feet in a double bed,
Was quite a sight to see
Not knowing we were poor
Was normal life for me.
When you’re young, all life is
good.
Too soon it passes by.
Sometimes when I reminisce,
Memories make me cry.
The hamburgers, hot dogs and
barbecue
Are mighty fine you see
I still often eat lest I forget
Poke Salad, Cornbread and Sassafras
tea.
Today a daughter stopped by to
visit
Guess what she brought to me.
You’re right, you guessed it
She brought me two Kraut dogs, a
piece of cake
And a jug of good ole sweet iced
tea.
Thank you Lord for being so good to me.
CF.
