Alyshia

Cloverdale Road

We all sat around today

And talked of the days gone by

As the words passed between us

It became crystal clear

None of us would be the same

Without your love


From playing in the dirt pile and tall grass

To flounder flopping in the ice chest

Each memory you made with us

Shaped us in a special way


Going on a run, or waiting for grandpa

We all knew the sound of that truck

Downshifting towards home.


Weekends filled with

Grandpas secret BBQ sauce

Riding the lawn mower

And even a talent show


Learning to play cribbage and stealing points

Painting rock and tee shirt with grandma

Churning butter like a pioneer woman

Bringing grandpa his coffee in bed


Grandma and us girls

Crammed in the old Dodge

Blasting oldies

Singing all the words.


Playing "dogs", grandpas 'favorite' game

Feeding Suzie the pig

Swearing not to eat her

Yet we did.


Playing in the field

Down the dirt road

Or in the yard

And hearing "pigs feet!"


As the talk got longer

We all agreed on one simple thing

Our home on Cloverdale is something

That time has never changed.


You are always there

To listen, give advice and encouragement

You hold this family together,

And without it we would all be lost.



Alyshia Smith

This is a poem I wrote for my grandparents 50th wedding anniversary to go into a book filled with pictures of them, our family, their wedding and the 50th wedding anniversary party.