Remember the feeling of those new pair of shoes,
You felt the need to walk or run down any road that you choose.
Remember the feeling that brand new dress,
Got up early Sunday morning to make sure you looked your best.
Remember the feeling of seeing relatives that have been absent for awhile,
Racing for hugs and kisses, and those big warm smiles.
Remember the smell after a late summer's rain or the fresh morning dew,
After it was over, felt like everything had changed or everything was new.
Remember the feeling when you heard momma stirring around in the kitchen,
The smell of collar greens, cornbread, mash potatoes and smothered fried chicken.
Remember the feeling of that new bike, can't wait to learn how to ride,
Momma see your bruises, trying to act like you're okay, but you are crying inside.
Remember the feeling of that special birthday present,
Keep reminding folks that you are no longer ten, now you are eleven.
Remember that feeling when you-know-who caught your eye,
Tried to act like you wasn't looking, at that moment you wanted to die.
Remember the feeling of when you went out on first your date,
Keeping track of the time cause your folks are going to sit up and wait.
Remember the feeling when the new baby came home,
Feeling left out, for you, all that attention is gone.
Wishing that they take that little brat back where they got him from.
Remember the feeling when dad got home late from work,
He was tired, so you pulled off his shoes and helped with his shirt.
Remember the feeling of getting in the car just to be going anywhere,
Hands out of the window, no air-conditioning, just the breeze of the hot summer's air.
Remember the feeling of special occasions just to have something sweet,
The delicious aroma of pies and cakes baking in the air, can't wait to eat.
Remember the feeling of the whole family sitting around the table,
Everyone laughing and telling jokes and listening to some old fables.
Remember the feeling of all the kids outside running and playing,
“You're out! You're it! It's my turn!”, someone was saying.
We didn't have toys, we create our own games, anything to have fun,
When disputes arose, over in a second; there was no violence, no need for a gun.
Remember the feeling late in the evening, sitting out on the porch,
Grandma says that it is just a water bug, your thoughts, “She's blind, that is one big cockroach”.
Fighting flies and mosquitoes and something buzzing around your head,
Grandpa talking to long, you just swallowed a bug, “Yuk!” Rather be in the house instead.
Remembering those feelings can stretch out for miles,
Because there are no better feelings to remember, then when your were a child.
