I miss the sounds
Every year in the summer since
Jack got back
Put the Pabst in the cooler
with plenty of ice pack
Head to the park to join up
with the crew
Everyone together man we were
a real zoo
Meeting up with my cousins
and we joking
Wander off away from the
grown ups toking
Kings for the day we were strolling the
grounds
Could hear our folks
laughing, God I miss the sounds
The laughter, the love, the combination
of different food
Table to table sampling
dishes, everyone in a happy mood
Card games dealt out on
picnic tables in the shade
Drinks and cigarettes, can’t
remember what was played
Pinochle or sheepshead, pass
the bottle to Jim, Jack
Marcia and Dorothy laughing, give
anything to have it back
Kathleen gave me words of
wisdom, Bettie winked and gave me a nod
Nell’s kids were really
something, I mention them when I talk to God
Ask him to drop in on them
when he’s making his rounds
Or bring them back if you
want, cause God I miss the sounds
Tim Windisch
08/14/2023
