Sundy dinner–after church–
Our church and theirs…
Mom and Dad would
Wholesome goodness prepare.
Mom would help Dad with services
For patients on the hill…
My brother and I walked down
To the Methodist Church by our parents’ will.
Sunday School then the service,
Early service sometimes as well….
Four years apart were we brothers,
Each with experiences, do tell.
We’d walk back “up the mountain”
Or ride our bikes (or try)…
Depending on which route was taken,
We’d get back for dinner and pie!
This was a cute poem. 🙂
Thank you…autobiographical. too…! 🙂