I HAVE THIS BESTIE WHO REMINDS
US HOW MUCH SHE HATES WINTER,
HOWEVER IN SUMMER SHE ALSO REMINDS US HOW
MUCH SHE HATES SUMMER
(YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE)
WHICH MEANS SHE LIKES SPRING AND FALL
FOR THE THREE DAYS WE HAVE IT IN SOUTH LOUISIANA.
I LOVE THE COLD DAYS OF OUR WINTERS.
I LOVE SITTING BY MY FIREPLACE IN MY PJ'S
WITH AN EXCUSE TO GO NOWHERE.
YET, IT IS THE MEMORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD
THAT HAVE ME LOVING COLD DAYS.
SCHOOL WAS NOT CANCELLED IN OUR DAYS FOR COLD WEATHER.
YOU WERE LIKE THE POSTMASTER, YOU WENT TO SCHOOL
RAIN, SLEET, HAIL...
EVERYTHING BUT HURRICANES...
THEN YOU GOT TO STAY HOME FOR WEEKS.
AHHHHH THE GOOD OLD DAYS.
BACK TO THE BLOG.
I CAN REMEMBER THESE COLD DAYS, WAITING AT THE BUS STOP
UNLESS MR. RANDOLPH WAS ABLE TO BRING US.
I WOULD DREAM OF RETURNING HOME
HOPING BY THE TIME I GOT THERE THE LIGHT RAIN
WOULD BE STARTING, DADDY WOULD
HAVE THE GAS OVEN LIT WITH THE DOOR OPENED
AND ALL THE GAS HEATERS WOULD BE ON.
THERE WAS ALWAYS GOING TO BE SOME HOT SOUP
READY, DUFRENE'S FRENCH BREAD UNLESS
IT WAS A DAY DAD MADE HIS HOMEMADE BUNS.
I WOULD RUSH IN TO PUT ON MY PJ'S.
DIDN'T MATTER WHAT TIME, I WAS PUTTING ON MY PJ'S.
I WOULD FIRST SIT AROUND THE KITCHEN TABLE
MY DADDY BUILT WAY BACK IN HIS YONGER DAYS
AND HAVE MY SNACK.
IF THERE WAS HOMEWORK TO BE DONE, I MAY HAVE
ATTEMPTED IT, BUT BACK THEN RARELY DID WE GET HOMEWORK.
SCHOOL WAS FOR LEARNING HOME WAS FOR COMFORT.
I WOULD THEN HEAD TO MY LITTLE TWIN
BED THAT WAS EITHER IN MY PARENTS ROOM OR THE
ROOM THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN A LIVING ROOM FOR OTHERS.
YES, I SLEPT IN MY PARENTS ROOM FOR WAY TOO MANY YEARS.
I WAS THE BABY OF A BIG FAMILY AND A CANCER CHILD.
I WAS SPOILED ROTTEN, IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE.
A GOOD BOOK, A CUP OF SOMETHING AND
A SOUP BEING STEWED FOR SUPPER.
BIG QUILTED BLANKETS, ALL MY FAMILY UNDER ONE ROOF.
DADDY SMOKING IN THE LIVING ROOM, MOMMA RELAXING
IN HER RECLINER WHILE WATCHING TV.
I CAN STILL SING THE JINGLES OF SO MANY SHOWS PLAYING
ON OUR ONE TV, NOT FROM WATCHING THEM
BUT FROM BEING IN THE NEXT ROOM WITH THE SOUND
FOR ALL THE MEMORIES I CAN'T REMEMBER,
THESE COLD DAYS BRING ME RIGHT BACK TO THOSE
ON DURSETTE STREET WHERE ALL WAS RIGHT IN MY WORLD.
BRING ON THE COLD, BRING ON THE MEMORIES.