Flashback by Christine Swiderski



Each day was an adventure

petticoats filling and obscuring

twirl and swoop with a hoop

laced up dresses, button shoes

lace, cotton, silk of a lady

Men tipped a hat

kissing a hand

saying howdy mam


Doors opened, you first dear

men walked to the left

protecting women from projectiles

From horse to buggy

soon automobile

Gentler times

don't seem real

Gone with the wind


Scrub on hands and knees

dishes washed by hand

always wear a wedding band

Loss at an early age

Baby bunting didn't save

Less interference from the capital

turn the other cheek

They believed still


Old fashion values at its core

yet man and woman wanted more

Looking for more convenience

trading each idea one step at a time

fast forward to the present day

Have values faded away?

Can we mix the old with the new?

Or is it no longer our purview?


Each dialogue seems more off putting

Polar opposite is part of the footing

Sifting sand slides us under

How have we put all good asunder?

Melancholy thoughts of the good ol days

Will always be our romantic phrase

Progress takes and gives I fear

Anger management we need to adhere


No mutual respect is in effect

Politically correct is what they collect

Each issue being part and parcel

leaving citizens with barely a morsel

Fear and resentment is now the norm

Neighborhood watches need to be formed

Within the mix, there seems to be a fix

either side cannot confide


What is the answer that should form?

holding those in power to a higher standard

Raising our children in a genteel manner

Love thy neighbor is not a religious cause

It should be renewed with applause

Trust, integrity become a cornerstone

No longer shrug the atlas deceit

Promises always shall we keep


A man's word is his name

This we should never feign

Let's bring back the good ol days