Family

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At sunset...when the lamps were trimmed,
And night sounds settled in,
The fireplace...crackled out its tune;
The nightbirds' songs begin....

The table's cleared...the dishes washed...
Leftovers....set aside...
The flickering lamps, their shadows cast...
It's home....it's even'tide.

Those early scenes and sounds of yore
Come back to...haunt...and thrill.
When such essential 'pleasantries'
Our humble home would fill.

We'd read the Bible...then we'd pray,
May even sing a song...
And in their glee...I think I heard
The crickets....chirp along!

But time...weaves...newer tapestries,
And ears...hear different sounds;
But somehow...deep inside the soul
Old 'pleasantries' abound.

The table's cleared...the dishes washed...
Leftovers....set aside...
The flickering lamps...a welcome sight....
Come Home.....it's...even'tide.

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