I was sitting alone at a restaurant table eating lunch today

When there came an elderly man walking slowly as if to find his way

He reminded me of my grandfather who years ago had passed

Not by his moving slowly but it was his white shirt and his hat

Growing up in our home next door to him was such a great way live

There was never anything we kids could want he wasn’t willing to give

No, I’m not talking about the material things that it took money to buy

I’m talking of all the time he gave to have us grandkids all there by his side

He would get up each and every morning and get dressed to the tee

He would put on a white starched shirt and fedora hat this I guarantee

He may have been working in the yard or going to Rich’s Country Store

Where saw dust was on the butcher’s floor and cookie jars were there to adore

No matter if his day was keeping him close home or taking him somewhere afar

He would never leave home by himself as he would pile us grandkids all in the car

Yes, my grandfather was a man I truly loved and was a great role model to me

From him I learned the true value of family and what a grandfather should be

From My World to Yours,

Bob Baker

                                        

I have been very fortunate traveling throughout my life’s many days

I have traveled and had the opportunity to dine in oh so many ways

I have enjoyed a taco in Texas and BBQ from one of Memphis best

A steak at Rockefeller Center and amazing smothered chicken breast

In the woods I’ve even eaten squirrel roasted fresh over an open fire

And I can’t forget the apple turnovers Grandma just took from the frier

But up on the top of the list of fine dining that I’ve experienced in my life

Is a little restaurant on the Georgia roadside that I can never seem to pass by

Oh, this little buffet in Georgia is an experience we all should have

But you have to get there early or a table and chair you will not have

With butter beans, fried okra and biscuits piled high in chicken and fish

This is a feast that rates at the top of every country boy’s greatest wish

But best of all is the bonus, that’s always stacked there by the front door

Boxes of fresh Georgia grown tomatoes like you have never tasted before

So when you ask me, “Bobby what’s the best meal that you have ever ate”

It’s the Georgia Tomato with Mayo on white bread right here on my plate

From My World to Yours

Bob Baker

                                            

Well yesterday was filled with memories, some fun and some were sad

I saw old school mates from my youth and to catch up, for this I was glad

Funny how lives they venture down different roads, throughout our separate lives

Some have taken their life slowly, while others live theirs as living in overdrive

It’s been a long time since we all ventured out to chase our separate dreams

Some to serve our country, some to corporate and some in business it seems

But the one thing that is constant is there is tragedy, existing in everyone’s life

Maybe financial, health, lost a sibling, a child or maybe a husband or a wife

In this world there are no promises or guarantees of what in our life we’ll see

So we have to accept our challenges along the way and remain happy as can be

I for one can honestly say there were choices made that maybe were not the best

But looking back I wouldn’t change a single one for it may have affected the rest

So as we grow into our golden years remember the joys you have had along the way

And forget the tragedies that occurred along the road and get out and live for today

From My World to Yours,

Bob Baker

As I drive here all alone with tears running from my eyes

Dealing with the news and this awful unforeseen surprise

Thinking back about our conversation on the couch just the other day

When you were speaking, and my eyes they just drifted far away

What you were saying was very important at that time in your mind

But to me it really didn’t seem to matter much, it was just a waste of time

How many times have we been through this situation in our married life

Where we took for granted the times that are spent just husband and a wife

Then one day you get the news that your loved ones not coming home

Maybe you had a chance to say good-by or maybe they left this world alone

None of us know if our time on earth will end tomorrow or today

But chances are when it comes you will always have more to say

You will wish you had been more attentive to what they said just the other day

You will cry and wish you could have talked some more before they went away

Yes, if in this life we only knew that this time for us, it would be the last

If we only knew that tomorrow our world would fall apart and change just that fast

We would embrace every moment that we have to share with the ones we love

So treat every day as the last, for one day, Your love will be called home from above

From My World to Yours,

Bob Baker

Here we are again, another year has now quickly come and gone

Time seems to fly when each day for you starts at first sign of dawn

You start by fixing breakfast, giving baths and getting everyone out the door

While picking up the aftermath of  toys and clothes left there on the floor

You get your precious cargo buckled up safely in the car to leave

Then you run back in the house to get the rest of what you need

Your not worried about the problems of the world or what’s on the TV  news

To you the most important thing are do the kids have on socks and matching shoes

Oh yes you are running at wharp speed everyday from daylite until after dark

Whether off to school functions, doctor appointments, fixing supper or birthday at the park

Most people think motherhood is an easy life and always full of joy and fun

But it takes a huge commitment to carry, give birth and to raise that precious little one

Some mothers work a job in addition while some have to raise their children all alone

These mothers should not be looked down upon but placed high upon a throne

Oh yes motherhood isn’t easy and I can’t think of a more selfless rewarding task

If you don’t  believe me, just find any mother out there, stop them and just ask

Thank You Momma!!

From My World To Yours,

Bob Baker

                                        

“I wonder what the future will bring” is something we have all asked

It may have been yesterday last year or at another time in our past

There is only one thing in our life that can provide the answer to this

That is you and you alone, with personal drive and true desire to persist

We all control our own future, both the good times and the bad

We also create how we approach our life either happy or maybe sad

Life is full of challenges for us that we will face each and every day

The choice of what your future will bring depends on how you choose to play

You can choose to lie down and whimper and let your sorrows beat you down

Or get up wipe off the dust, put on a smile and get rid of that awful frown

My mother she once told me that we create our own path in life

And no one else can control yours if you stand up and fight

So, the next time that you sit and ponder just what your future will bring

Remember only you can in your mind decide whether to be a pauper or a king

From My World to Yours,

Bob Baker

I was at a gathering yesterday where lots of folks were there

It was sad to see ladies with their food seeking to find a chair

The room was full of men sitting that had grown to mature adult age

Yet none had learned the basics of what my Mom taught us each day

That was just a simple rule of manners we all should have been taught

Like learning to eat with a fork and spoon and giving a lady your spot

This is nothing unusual in the world today which I find it sad to say

Respect and manners of our tradition all seem to have passed away

My mother didn’t have a lot of riches, not in a monetary way

But in our home good manners were expected that’s all I’ve got to say

She taught that people’s impression of you are based how you act

Not on how much money or not that you have there in your sack

So, take a time when you are out to try to complete only a minor feat

Like holding a door, removing your hat or giving a lady your seat

From My World to Yours,

Bob Baker

I just walked out in the yard to plan my yard work for the day

And noticed that weeds had cropped up where I can’t let them stay

When you think about how the world works it all makes perfect sense

Like weeds growing in the flower garden and covering beauty so dense

You see negativity are the weeds that grow everyday there in our mind

They will get out control and continue to take over if we just stand behind

The negative thoughts and emotions we all have each and every day

Will remain on the forefront of your life if they’re not forced to go away

We all have the same issues in our life whether finance, health or love

But we can choose to let them control our life or fly away like a dove

The decision isn’t really a hard one to make and it’s solely up you

How you live your life today negative or positive is yours to choose

So like the weeds that take over the roses and strangle that beautiful site

You too can let negativity take over and strangle your wonderful life

From My World to Yours,

Bob Baker

Flicking through the news today Something caught my eye

It was the political talking heads telling us what to drive

They tell us if we don’t join the band evil people we must be

What is it about driving an electric car that just doesn’t interest me

I don’t want to drive a car that doesn’t make a sound

I want to it to let me know when I press the throttle down

I want to drive until my gas gauge is damn near on the E

Then I can panic as I look for gas with my wife reminding me

I don’t want to sit at Circle K while my car it gets a charge

If I did I would eat to many roller dogs and my waist would get to large

So I guess I don’t want the inconvenience of facing lifestyle change

And constantly looking for a battery charger that sits within my cars range

And what if I run out of electricity and my car it seizes to run

How long would I have to wait for help in the blazing Florida sun

No, I’ll just get into my gas guzzler truck and burn up lots of gas

And if that doesn’t suit you politicians, well you can kiss my ass

From My World to Yours,

Bob Baker

Writings about everyday life by Bob Baker

As I sit here alone and gaze at the water flowing through the rocks

It reminds me of how our life flows through good times and its knots

Sometimes as we go through life our days seem fun and grand

Like playing on the beach that day with your daughter in sand

While the next day it comes to hit you with trouble that truly hurts

Or maybe a minor inconvenience like a stain on your new shirt

One thing you can rest assured is that tomorrow won’t be the same

So no matter what it brings to you to not embrace it would be a shame

From my World to Yours,

Bobby Baker

I noticed something disheartening as I pulled up to a local little store

A young man talking on his phone was walking through the door

A little elderly lady on a walker shuffled to the door there behind

He let the door shut right in front of her which to me was so unkind

I couldn’t help but think about what my mother would have done

If I ever did such a thing as that to her, or for that matter anyone

We all show who we really are not by the things we say

But by our actions we take toward others each and every day

How hard would it really have been or how much time would it take

For that young man to have held the door and said “Have a nice day”

Yes, people really show their true character by actions they apply

Because at the end of the day words can but ACTIONS NEVER LIE

From My World to Yours,

Bob Baker

The morning sun today begins to peak over the ocean and the beaches

It is again election day where candidates will see who believed their speeches

You have the two candidates that have presented their cases to the masses

And now the time has come where we cast our ballot and see who passes

At this time tomorrow morning some of us will be happy and full of joy

While others will be sad and maybe devastated as a child that lost their toy

But the great thing about the American process no matter who shall prevail

Is throughout the world we are so very fortunate that we have this story to tell

So all Americans should exercise their right and duty as some of us feel

To go out and cast your vote for the one that to you has the most appeal

If the one with which you do not agree should walk away with victory tonight

 It is the American way to support this person not to riot, loot and fight

The great thing about America is this day will come again in four more years

And without fail on that day some will be happy and others will be shedding tears

From My World to Yours,

Bob Baker

 We all have journeys throughout our life that we may want or we may not 

Some are full of fun and laughter where others just tie you into a knot 

One terrible road we all seem to face within ourselves or with someone we love 

Is the journey down a terrible path which I pray each day God could dispose of 

This terrible road is the fight with cancer that seems anymore to attack us all 

The disease doesn’t just affect the victim but also loved ones when they get the call 

We seem sometimes to overlook the strength and tears there behind the fight 

The loved ones that hold your hand and rub you’re your back when sick during the night 

Yes these are your support everyday that encourage and push you down the road 

When the fight seems like you can not take another chemo or radiation episode 

These are the ones that each day are there yet hide tears behind the door that is closed 

Because they don’t want you to see and have their own fear for you to be disclosed 

So thank you to the brave caregivers that are there supporting and giving that extra shove 

At the time sometimes we may not always show it but we thank you for your true love 

From My World to Yours, 

Bob Baker 

As I drove into downtown today and slowed as much as I could

For some reason it brought back memories of times of my childhood  

The Theater still stands there with the weathered marque sign

That once displayed the movies that were popular in that past time

As I turned down the main street store fronts are quite and some are bare

Except for the beautiful unique gift shop that draws folks from everywhere

When I was a young boy this two block street was busy and always full of life

There was a hardware, Five and Dime and drug stores that sold sodas for a dime

We rode our bicycles to the movie each Saturday after we did our chores

And we bought our back to school clothes and shoes downtown at these local stores

Now the town as it once was is only a memory of times and lives of the past

Even the hospital where I was born is now only a field of overgrown grass

We can never go back in time even though sometimes all wish that we could

But I can cherish my childhood memories of my hometown and how it once stood

From My World to Yours,

Bob Baker

                         

As I pull up at the city hall of this lovely little southern town

I couldn’t help but feel the comfort of the atmosphere all around

Everyday life seems to move at a slower very soothing pace

With the aroma from Jeanie’s Diner fried chicken I could almost taste

 I stood there on the sidewalk and gazed around at the small town square

There were benches with drug store ads on the back and a war hero statue over there

Everyone that walked by politely smiled, waved and said how are you

Even one little lady stopped and said “To this town you must be new”

I walked into the city hall with it’s marvelous majestic ornate dome

In the center of the lobby the Ten Commandments display looked right at home

It made me wonder how in this land some places are so peaceful and full of pride

Where in others there is violence and so much anger folks are afraid to go outside

Now I can’t make choices for each and everyone that live throughout this land

But I can make the choice for me and that is to live in this small town in Dixieland  

From My World to Yours,

Bob Baker

                                     

Some people choose to live in the city where skyscrapers seem to touch the clouds

Where people are hustling and bustling and car horns blaring are the normal sounds

Then there are others that prefer a slower more relaxing pace in their everyday life

So they move out to the suburbs with shaded streets and playgrounds that the children like

But the true backbone and life blood of our country are a very unique hard working breed

They choose to live way out on the back roads among the fields full of things we need

Yes friends these are our farmers the strongest hard working people in this great land

They climb on their tractor at daylight each morning and head to work with caloused hand

For without these great farmers that grow and harvest for us all the food we need

They put the food on our tables and clothes on our back all from a little seed

So as I drive this Georgia backroad and gaze at trucks leaving the fields with another load

I thank God for these hard working people that live and work on this beautiful cotton field road

From My World to Yours,

Bob Baker

                                         

As I sit here all alone with the tranquility of nature there before my eyes

The gentle current of the Suwannee drifts by just like the days of our life

Some days of our life seem to flow so even and extremely smooth

While others have treacherous currents that we have to fight hard through

The steep banks across the river side and on the bank beneath my feet

Represent the challenges of life we climb every day that we are forced to meet

But in the end it seems so simple with deer everywhere and birds chirping in the trees

The simple beauty of it all makes me want to take a moment to give thanks there on my knees

There is nothing that puts life into perspective like this simple moment here that I see

Everyone needs to take a break and sit on a river bank for just a moment just like me

From My World to Yours,

Bob Baker

I never knew such joy I see when I look into your shining little eyes

The little movements of your hands and feet just a sweet surprise

As I look at your pictures each day from Mom you will never know the joy

Greater than a little boy on Christmas Day getting a brand new toy

Yes, little one the joy you bring to us is way beyond compare

The only thing that breaks my heart is we are here and you are there

You will grow through life into a woman one day and it will come way to fast

So just always follow your dreams and never quit and life will be unsurpassed

Yes, there will be times that Mom, Dad and you will not see eye to eye

But always remember they will be there for you so spread your wings and fly

Oh, my little one if you only knew of life’s adventures that surely lie ahead

Some will be full of joy and laughter yet there will be others that you will dread

But for now you just lie there and look beautiful for us little Ariana Elizabeth

And remember you have a family that will always love you until our last breath

From My World to Yours,

Big Daddy

 

We all go through life planning our future that lies ahead 

Making plans for our career or maybe the day that we will wed 

We plan out our money to hopefully get us through our later years 

We plan vacations with our children just to hear them laugh and cheer 

We plan what kind of car we want and where our house will be 

You see our life in our eyes must follow a certain path laid out for thee 

But then life throws a curve ball that hits us right between the eyes 

And tragedy is suddenly standing in our path bringing sorrow, fear or cries 

We all will face these unknown challenges that arise there in our path 

But with the faith in God and determination we will survive the aftermath 

So always plan your road ahead and always chase your cherished dreams 

But just keep in mind life can change ALL IN AN INSTANT IT SOMETIMES SEEMS 

From My World to Yours, 

Bob Baker 

Things in today’s world unfortunately have taken a bizarre and tragic turn

Who would have dreamed we would wear a mask and watch our buildings burn

There as I look around people’s faces are covered as they live in fear

Afraid the person next to them have a disease that spreads to people near

Then as you walk the streets of our great cities throughout this great land

You see the destruction that was spread about by a rioter’s vicious savage hand

I will never understand what goes on in the mind of someone that lives in fear

Or what makes a person think destruction is the answer to me remains unclear

So is running from this disease hiding behind a cheap homemade flowered mask

Or is destroying our city streets burning them down is this the answer I do ask

No neither of these things will ever cure our problems in way, shape or form

With the press fueling the fire with hate and fear only keeps our society torn

So take control of your emotions and face your own life as it comes to you today

Then and only then will hate and fear subside, and we can throw the masks away

From My World to Yours,

Bob Baker