Memories Before 2011

Sleepovers

When I was little,
I think around the age of eight,
I'd sleep over at your house,
On Friday nights.
You made me delicious dinners,
With all of my favorite foods:
Weaver's honey chicken nuggets,
Butter mashed potatoes,
And cooked carrots dipped in,
Melted Velveeta cheese.
Sometimes I'd watch Free Willy;
And other times we'd watch,
Mary Poppins together,
While eating our dinners;
I loved doing that.
We used to sing,
"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!"
That would always make me smile,
And the both of us would laugh.
Then you'd make your,
Hot chocolate syrup,
Or heat it up in the microwave;
I'd pour it all over my icecream.
I loved all of the savory,
Chocolate chunks in it.
Then you'd turn off all of the lights,
And I'd help and follow right behind
You.
Up the stairs after a bath and brushing,
My teeth,
Getting into bed,
Then holding hands and praying,
Something around the lines of,
"Jesus take my soul to keep."
And you'd challenge me to beat you,
In a usually five minute long race,
Of falling asleep first.
Sleepovers with my Grandma Smith were the
Best nights of my life;
I would trade three-hundred
And Sixty-five days,
Just to get one of them back.