I remember..

I remember my grandparents' house

On Good Friday morning

Six or seven children all gathered

Around the television

We watched the Jesus of Nazareth

for what felt like six hours

While thinking long and hard upon

that never-dissipating hunger

I remember the bun and cheese and going to

Auntie's house for dinner

Not much was done outside

Just took in a brief moment of sunshine

For dinner time I'm sure was fish

And I am sure that I enjoyed it

But the hunger still never left

No matter what we ate

Now it has been a while now

And things have changed so much

The same programs have not been shown that much

And the ones they do are shorter

But i love the memory of Good

Friday at our grandparent's house on