I love to look back into the past
Via photographs from my collection
They bring back such memories
And they jar my recollection
My parents always working
Mom fixing a delicious meal
Clara and Robert so very young
Photos have that ‘yesterday’ feel
Dad out feeding the cattle
Dressed warm for the winter cold
Years have flown by so fast
So many stories left untold
And then there was Granpa’s Cotton
Beautiful, fluffy and white
There was nothing ever quite like it
I found it such a pleasant sight
So pull out your pictures of the past
Jog memories that you’ve forgotton
You’ll smile the way I do
When I see photo’s of Grandpa’s Cotton!
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