Mother would be in the kitchen bright and early.
Cooking breakfast for all her little mouths to feed.
Daddy would be reading or watching the T.V. learning and sharing his wisdom so we could grow as much as we need.
The little ones would set the table and get the plates ready for the meal
as the older ones would get together and bring the food to rest on the table cloth.
We'd say grace and give thanks. We'd eat and discuss today's deal.
Down the hall we go, getting ready for church and Sunday's best to offer.
YOU ARE READING
Words of madness.
RandomWhen you think, your mind goes and stretches to the far corners of your mind. One thought leads to this, another leads to that, some thoughts, drive us mad. Some would say, insane.
