'I Miss ....'

I miss Unsolved Mysteries, on a Wednesday night
With Robert Stack, by eight be back
So scary, but worth the freight!

I miss people gathering at our house
Some not with us now, and how
But worth remembering, people like Claus.

I miss the old Alpine camper
It rained so much, the grass it touched
And fishing, was the Newfoundlander.

I miss playing Nightmare
At Gram's, my cousin would come
A sleep over would then take place there
And breakfast served, like you were at home.

I miss being chased and shot
By the ball gun, mom had bought
While Dad worked late nights
So we could be thankful for all we got
And to lead an example, on the path of right.

I miss weeknights out
Listening in the truck to CBC
Visiting the model man
And my parent's church friends while out.

I miss the thick fries and special gravy
On a Friday night, from Kentucky
Before the fries became generic
And the place was known as simply, KFC.

I miss the long talks
At the kitchen table between Dad and Grandpa
After Grandpa would walk
Then bring dozen donuts, like Santa.

I miss going to my pal Steve's
And dancing on the Nintendo Power Pad
Laughing, and playing Nintendo
Before cell phones were thought of or had
And, pretending were were radio announcers
Pizza in the oven, Le Crescendo!

I miss my mom and Granny
Making plans for which service
They would attend on Easter
After came the bunny.

I miss the acoustic tunes
Played by great uncle Bob
Of course, after a few brew
Sitting at the campfire
Knew folk songs and could sing too!

I miss the New Years parties
At our house again with the neighbors
Homemade wine, and bread - you hungry?
The neighbors were friends and friends were neighbors
And at midnight we'd eat, amid the festivities.

I miss having alley partners
Playing billies. keepers or funsies
Gassies were worth much, more so that ords
Ords were .... ordinary!
But alas, nothing ordinary about the game
Buck shot, I'd do it, get it in on my third trysie!

I miss the bottles of 999
Being bought, for Grandpa, so fine
And old mellow blue cheese, on my father's dime
Grandpa liked that though, reminded him of home
His old German heritage, back on the Rhine.

I miss the wedding parties
Mainly on my Dad's side, tying the knot the brides
And giving speeches, after some drinking!
And even though some ended in divorce
The evenings we had, there's no remorse.

....

Once you start to miss
You can never get it back
All but then left, to reminisce
Just to then, pick up the slack.

You should never wish
Your life away
Just take it one at a time
Each gift called a day
Because then before you know
Back your life, you start to wish
The other way ....