I Like Being Older

Children in pretty clothes

Manners showing bright

Gathered round the Christmas tree

Staring at the lights.

All of family gathered here

Holding hands for prayer

Dinner served for all who sat

Taking time to eat and going no where.

Presents gathered neath the tree

One for each adult and child

Opening each for all to see

No one was acting wild.

Today is different we can see

Money replaces God

Family barely being here

Old fashioned has turned to mod.

Pick up foods already made

Screaming and yelling is what we hear

No time to do what has now come to past

The meaning of Christmas  is now thought of last.

TV commercials promote big gifts

People get but can not pay

Stressed and tired and running on fumes

Oh please let’s get through this day.

We go to grandma’s house to eat

Hurry and gobble down the food

Open our gifts as quick as we can

Hurry and leave this hood.

I am so thankful for my old age

For the memories I hold dear

Of family sitting around the tree

I wish I could turn the clock back as I shed my first tear.

Terry Shepherd

12/13/2012

 

 

 

 

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When I go to see Al, I have the time to look at him. I mean really look at him. When I mentally compare him and me, I see so much of our dad in us. He has a slightly different chin than me. We both have the same color of eyes and cheeks. I was always the chubby one and he was always the thin one.

When I look at his smile, it seems so much like dad’s and not mine. We must all have our own unique smiles.

Al always was the lucky one, like most males. He has the long lashes. He was blessed with wavy thick hair. While I had a touch of wave, thinner hair and sparse lashes. Now that I am older if I want to show you my lashes, I definitely have to put the mascara on, maybe even with a second coat! LOL. Although I did hear that with aging comes sparseness with lashes.

I have always had the tendency to see a double chin and Al did not. He was always quiet and I was very talkative. He used to lie on the floor and line up all of his hot wheels and move them one by one. He always played very quietly.

I played with my dolls, and always wanted to share what I was doing with someone else. Last night I was thinking heavily on Al and was wondering, will he be alright here for Christmas? Will he be able to eat everything I prepare? Will he like what I got him for his gifts?

Well I was in my bedroom and sort of looking around at the junk I have and I spied a picture sort of hiding behind my lamp. I pulled it out and studied it. Yes, we looked very much alike when we were the ages in these photos. I would say that I must have been around 8 and Al would have been 7. We were good-looking kids I think! Those pink glasses I was wearing must have been the real fad then, because mom always liked us to look like we fit in with the look of the year. Maybe I should go get some pink glasses again…….yes? no?

                        Mom, Dad, Al and me, ages six and five.

 

 

 

Me age four at my parent’s wedding.

 

 

 

 

I think we were 8 and 9 here.

 

 

This is the photo I saw last night. Maybe I was in first or second grade and Al a year behind me.