My Grandparent’s Home ~ By: Raymond Bottom

Sept 30 1108

My grandparents’ farm was a wonderland of things to see, do and just enjoy when I was a young boy. Their farm was in walking distance of my home and I visited them at every opportunity to experience activities I couldn’t do at home and to bask in their love, acceptance and praise. “Gone but not forgotten”, the phrase often seen on tombstones, is a fitting description of my youthful days on the farm.

They’re still as fresh as long ago,
The house, the barn, the love and grace,
The open arms, welcoming smiles,
That lived at my grandparents place.

I see them now in memory,
As I ran down the dusty path.
Zigzagging, happy jumping high
My boyish antics made them laugh.

The old plow horse I loved to ride,
The patient cows they’d let me milk,
The baby kittens I could pet,
Their fur soft and smooth as silk.

The things I did, saw and felt
All gone, and yet so near.
My dreams often take me back
Down the path to yesteryear.

Raymond Bottom

Raymond Bottom has 60 years of publishing credits to his name. His very first publication was a poem he submitted to a contest for college students. His articles, poems, and stories have been published in well over one hundred magazines in the USA, Canada, Italy, Great Britain, and Ireland. His latest was in Mature Living, May 2013. He also wrote a weekly column in The Guardian Newspaper in Michigan for over seven years. Ray lives in Brandon, MS and is 86 years old. He never uses a typewriter or computer to write. He prefers to use longhand and his wife converts it to print. His passion is writing and carries a small paper booklet and a pencil everywhere, just-in-case he sees something that inspires him. His joy in this life is the time he spends with his three grandsons, one granddaughter, and one great-grandson.

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4 thoughts on “My Grandparent’s Home ~ By: Raymond Bottom

  1. A Poem paint a memory, or a moment of simple awe. A Poem given to God is a discovery of knowing God a little more everyday. A sinking into Christ’s Sacred Heart.

    • Thanks for your comments. I have given your predicament a little thought this morning. You know some of us may not want to pass on the the stories of those before before us if they are going to bring pain. Especially if it has already hurt you and you have taken it before the throne of God for healing. No reason to encapsulate that kind of pain for your descendants. I guess it may not be a bad idea to let them dig those bones themselves. I believe it would be better for you to begin to create the kind of bones you want them to see by telling your own stories and begin with that tradition providing, as Natalie said below, strong shoulders for them to stand on. I am so thankful that you have met Jesus and have forgiven. That is so important! In the midst of all of this it will teach the others to forgive as you share your testimony. God bless you and your family! These are just my thoughts, I wonder if anyone else may want to add some of their thoughts to this?

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