Science Fiction

How cool it would be if science fiction,
Were more than an imaginary depiction,
And rocket machines were able to swish,
People back in time, whenever they wished.

If desiring came true, I'd reverse the years,
And see again those that I hold so dear.

Beside the radiator, sprawling there on the floor,
Would be my favorite dog, Penny, sleeping in a snore.

Looking straight across that mahogany board,
Gramma's head would be resting on her arms, once more.

Momma would be sitting in a chair, on my right,
Working on bookwork, long into the night,

And grandpa would be enjoying slices of bread,
Darkened with applebutter, his tastiest spread.

Through a kitchen window, I'd be watchin' my dad,
A harder workin' man the world never had.

Perhaps my affinity for "The Twilight Zone," show,
Was a deep, deep desire to go back home?