I miss the sounds

I miss the sounds   Every year in the summer since Jack got back Put the Pabst in the cooler with plenty of ice pack Head to the park to join up with the crew Everyone together man we were a real zoo   Meeting up with my cousins and we joking Wander off away from the grown ups toking  Kings for the day we were strolling the grounds Could hear our folks laughing, God I miss the sounds   The laughter, the love, the combination of different food Table to table sampling dishes, everyone in a happy mood Card games dealt out on picnic tables in the shade Drinks and cigarettes, can’t remember what was played Pinochle or sheepshead, pass the bottle to Jim, Jack Marcia and Dorothy laughing, give anything to have it back   Kathleen gave me words of wisdom, Bettie winked and gave me a nod Nell’s kids were really something, I mention them when I talk to God Ask him to drop in on them when he’s making his rounds Or bring them back if you want, cause God I miss the sounds   Tim Windisch 08/14/2023