Down by the river where the water runs slow, There’s a little piece of heaven only country folks know. A mama bought some land with a dream in her heart, For kids and grandbabies to never grow apart. Not a mansion… Not a city… Just a place where memories Would never leave. The river keeps rolling… The seasons move on… But some places stay with you… Long after you’re gone. Mom’s Bottom… Mud on the tires… Railroad dirt… And old campfires. Side-by-sides… Running all day long. Following railroad tracks… For about ten miles strong. The river calling… “Come on in.” Another summer… Begins again. Mom’s Bottom… Where home begins. German Shepherds leading every ride, Never letting anyone fall behind. Float trips drifting with the current slow, Watching West Virginia put on another show. Fishing poles… Skipping stones… Finding peace where the river flows. You didn’t need much… Just family… And somewhere to roam. Cast-iron sausage gravy before daylight, Coffee in your hand as the sun starts to rise. Steaks sizzling on an old iron grate, Nobody worried about being late. Lawn chairs circled around the fire, Crazy stories getting a little higher. Some were true… Some probably weren’t… But every laugh was one you earned. A place to ride. A place to breathe. A place to think… Long enough… To grow into me. Where the river reminds you… Life doesn’t have to hurry. Sometimes… The best days… Leave the biggest footprints in the mud. Mom’s Bottom… River days… Railroad tracks… Simple ways. Mud on the tires… Smoke in the air… The kind of memories… You carry everywhere. If you’re lucky… You’ll find a place… That always feels the same. For us… That place… Was Mom’s Bottom. The river still rolls… The campfire still burns… And every trail… Leads us back. Back to Mom’s Bottom. Love, Kay 🦋
