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Happy hours of my mother's land
In my village, where memories reside,
A happy hour I miss, with heartfelt pride.
Where neighbors gathered, like a family dear,
Sharing laughter and stories, year after year.
Under the shade of a sturdy old tree,
We'd gather together, merry and free.
With cups held high and spirits ablaze,
We celebrated life in countless ways.
The aroma of home-cooked meals would rise,
Filling the air with delicious surprise.
From savory stews to sweet delicacies,
Every bite carried love's tender melodies.
Children played, their laughter filled the scene,
Innocence and joy, pure and serene.
Elders shared wisdom, their tales so grand,
United we stood, hand in hand.
Oh, how I miss those warm village nights,
Under the starlit sky's gentle lights.
The camaraderie that could never wane,
A treasure lost, yet forever ingrained.
Though time has passed and distances grow,
The spirit of my village continues to glow.
In my heart it thrives, forever near,
A happy hour cherished, forever held dear.
© tobsdickey
A happy hour I miss, with heartfelt pride.
Where neighbors gathered, like a family dear,
Sharing laughter and stories, year after year.
Under the shade of a sturdy old tree,
We'd gather together, merry and free.
With cups held high and spirits ablaze,
We celebrated life in countless ways.
The aroma of home-cooked meals would rise,
Filling the air with delicious surprise.
From savory stews to sweet delicacies,
Every bite carried love's tender melodies.
Children played, their laughter filled the scene,
Innocence and joy, pure and serene.
Elders shared wisdom, their tales so grand,
United we stood, hand in hand.
Oh, how I miss those warm village nights,
Under the starlit sky's gentle lights.
The camaraderie that could never wane,
A treasure lost, yet forever ingrained.
Though time has passed and distances grow,
The spirit of my village continues to glow.
In my heart it thrives, forever near,
A happy hour cherished, forever held dear.
© tobsdickey
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