Poem By Katherine Cote

Memories slip in at this time of year
As back through the years we peer
The farm was always the place to be
For my brothers, sis, mom, dad and me.

Though I still hold the first doll you ever gave
Its the memories that I will always save
Dad playing Santa for all the wee ones
He even tricked his own daughters and sons.

Toys and gifts we didn't get a ton
But it was still a time of sledding fun!
A Christmas tree was a special treat
Hey, it was hard to keep the oranges to eat!

We'd hang our stocking for all to see
Using the large ones that went to the knee
We hopefully waited for the candy to show
But poor dad, all he ever got was a potato.

King Pedro, how could one forget
How foolish our dad would always bet
Not even a king would he hold in his hand
And once in a while, a 44 he would land!

The family grew, we all met a mate
And went on with what was our fate
You gave us courage and wings to fly
Told us to be brave and not to cry.

The time finally came, we all left home
But back again we always did roam
Then dad would say 'how can I pay
For all the food when you kids all come to stay? '

Remember the good times, remember the laughs
All of the tricks, jokes and gaffs
And most of all, thank you for each memory
That I hold in my heart, so dear to me!

Thank God for family!

December 2004

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