Through my own time capsule
Enterprising memories
It was that small Greyhound Bus Station in Togetherness County, Georgia
That’s where I would visit my Grandparents for the Holidays
The Greyhound bus would be the way
My Grandparents would be the stay
The Christmas air and anticipation of Grandma’s variety of Food and deserts
I Can’t forget her homemade biscuits
As I often reclined back in my Greyhound bus seat, I would sleep and dream of snow
It was almost like magic
It always snowed
The Greyhound Bus Motor Coach Engineer would maneuver the bus ever so carefully around the slick highways and back roads
We would pass Caroler’s singing and wave on the side of the road
Town’s people would wave as if to say, “Welcome”
I could almost smell Grandma’s cooking while traveling on the Greyhound bus
We were getting ever so close to my final destination
Soon my Holiday adventure would begin
Just around the bend and down the road
We arrived at Togetherness County, GA Bus Station
My Grandparents were right there when my bus pulled in
Once I got off the Greyhound bus, it was strong hugs from my Grandparents of enduring love
Nothing but warmth of affection
My mouth of watering for my Grand Mother’s sweet potato pies
Aroma of food goodness touched my senses in the house
The Holiday to embrace
The sweet memories
I am old now
Still having those memories
My Grandparents have longed passed on
Tears are starting to form in my eyes
My Grandparents who were wise
The holidays that were galore
I know for sure
Glister of delight
Christmas Grandparents style
A look back
It’s hard to keep track
Blessings at that
A small Greyhound Bus Station with singing Caroler’s started all
My Grandparents memories, togetherness a lifetime
Rejoice and be happy
Memories pure memories
Everlasting thoughts
Embracing heart
Holidays never a depart.