Summers Over

Down on Grandms Farm: Part 13

As the youngest of my brothers
I always had to stand in line.
Most occurrences I gave it no never mind,
like water off a ducks back.
But right now Mom and Dad
were on the phone and it was long distance.

Grandpa and Grandma sat peaceful like
at the end of the kitchen table,
Grandpa with his legs folded, left over right
Grandma had her hands folded
while resting them gently on her lap.
It was right strange to see Grandma still,
she was always doin something.
But there she be, frozen
like a deer caught in a cars headlights.

Well my turn came to say my hellos
and James was just about to hand me the phone
when Grandma decided to break her
stillness and speak her mind to my Dad.
After she was done conversating,
funny word conversating thats how
Grandma said it, she hung up the phone.
Realizing what she had done
she turned and said to me,
Honey child, dont you fret your lil mind.
Your Ma and Pa will be down heres before
sun up. Sos go wash them hands, brush them
pearly whites says your prayers. Mornin will be here
faster then two shakes of a lambs tail. Now off with ya
With a tender tap to my caboose
she turned me towards the staircase.

Time had come for my brothers and me
to be ahead back home up north.
Sure gonna miss this place,
Henry Gee said his good-byes yesterday.
Larry spent dinner with us and told me to write.
Uncle Alley and Aunt Billy,
well theyll be out on the porch waving and smiling
like they do every time we leave.
Theyre not much on the good-byes.
I am kinda happy bout that.
Last time Aunt Billy hugged me good-bye
I almost suffocated in her big boobs,
once I heard Grandpa say,
Amazin that woman knows what shoes she got on.
So a wave from the porch is just fine with me.

I made my way up stairs to my room,
said my prayers, gave a good ole
General Custers salute to the pee pot
down on the floor where it will be waiting
for me, same time, same place next year.
Speaking of pee, sure hopes my Dad
emptied the Clorox bottle in the car.
Summers over and these here
Junior New York City Slickers
need to go home.

The End