Cloverdale Road
We all sat around today
And talked of the days gone by
As the words passed between us
It became crystal clear
None of us would be the same
Without your love
From playing in the dirt pile and tall grass
To flounder flopping in the ice chest
Each memory you made with us
Shaped us in a special way
Going on a run, or waiting for grandpa
We all knew the sound of that truck
Downshifting towards home.
Weekends filled with
Grandpas secret BBQ sauce
Riding the lawn mower
And even a talent show
Learning to play cribbage and stealing points
Painting rock and tee shirt with grandma
Churning butter like a pioneer woman
Bringing grandpa his coffee in bed
Grandma and us girls
Crammed in the old Dodge
Blasting oldies
Singing all the words.
Playing "dogs", grandpas 'favorite' game
Feeding Suzie the pig
Swearing not to eat her
Yet we did.
Playing in the field
Down the dirt road
Or in the yard
And hearing "pigs feet!"
As the talk got longer
We all agreed on one simple thing
Our home on Cloverdale is something
That time has never changed.
You are always there
To listen, give advice and encouragement
You hold this family together,
And without it we would all be lost.
Alyshia Smith
This is a poem I wrote for my grandparents 50th wedding anniversary to go into a book filled with pictures of them, our family, their wedding and the 50th wedding anniversary party.