I remember Papa’s General Store.
With A Big front porch across the building.
Wood framed siding.
Covered by an old metal roof.
Walking through the front door into its many wonders.
My childish eyes saw many things.
A unique interior of wood, walls, and shelves
That held many surprises.
Letters waiting in little boxed openings.
Waiting for their owners.
Bills to be paid.
Letters to be shared.
Many beautiful colored yard goods.
Lined up in a row.
To be made into shirts, dresses and blouses.
Carefully cut, and rolled in a brown paper and tied with a string.
Stick candies waiting in jars.
Little hands reaching up to take hold of their treasures.
Smiling faces.
Rewarding enjoyment.
Redwing shoes.
Can goods and staples.
Clothing.
A general supply of needed goods.
The old potbelly stove.
Surrounded by wooden chairs.
Tall tales.
Camaraderie beholding.
Wonderful times.
Are forever in my memory.
Always tugging at my heart.
Never forgotten.
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