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Sunday Afternoons After Church
“A photo of my mother and aunt after church in the late 50’s/early 60’s at my aunt’s old house on corner of 28th and T (If memory serves me well, its 28th and T – could be S”… to accompany Sunday Afternoons After Church, a poem by CordieB.
Sunday Afternoons After Church
Oh how I miss the days of old . . .
When family unity was the goal
Of every bright or weary soul
Oh how I miss the lost tradition
When helping hands was the mission
When we knew all our neighbor’s names
When we’d speak to all who peacefully came
walking down the clean sidewalks
stopping for friendly gossip and small talk
When neighbors would watch over the young
and everyone knew every one
when neighbors could spank that ass
for talking smart or acting fast
and then I’d get another one
after the neighbor told my dad or mom
When children still played hide and seek
When strong families always helped the weak
When unity meant what it should
and not simply another cliche’ buzz word
When fathers could not abandon theirs
without humilitation, points and stares
and of course lots and lots of old folk’s prayers
When the corner store owner lived in the neighborhood
and there was no such thing as “living in the hood”
And people usually acted like they knew they should
The Sunday afternoons after church dismissed
When family and neigbors gathered to reminice
And laugh and cry and love each other
and every one was treated like a sister or brother
I miss it all, but alas life goes on
So at least I’ll carry the tradition on
So if you miss those days, come visit soon
My home on Sunday Afternoons
All rights to photo and poem reserved.
Very nicely said, and how very very true. I have felt like crying to see thing as they are now verus than. We must at all cost pull our families, neighbors and friends together again it can be done. Life is a big circle things come back to the way they were. once we make a full 360 degree turn. Thrust in your God and i will trust in mine. Thank Cordie and My love for the beautiful poem. I remember too. Your family and mine were neighbor as well. Love you keep writing.
Thanks Cordie. I really love the poem and the picture. We have lost touch with what is really important and placed value on stuff that just doesnt matter. You,ve really captured the essence of what community really means in this poem.
Thanks CordieB… That is how I also feel. It also makes me sad. Things have gotten so out of hand and people so self centered that the times of old are now only a memory.
Eric
Oh how true it is. I often reminisce back to the good old days and wish things could still be the same. The new generation just don’t value life the same, which is a shame. I pray things would turn for the better.