They stand in cottonfields of snowy white
The faded, black and white of my grandparents..
Smiling as though everything were alright.
Cotton sacks hung low down to the ground,
As the depression came calling,
Twas the way of life...
Those first thick, blury, color pictures of mom and dad
From those old peel away Polaroid cameras made,
Of the very first brand new car they ever bought..
A baby blue Chev wagon..
I wonder now..what they thought? :-)
Their dirty kids holding stringers of slimy fish
Proudly displaying today's big catch
Shiny bright new pictures of grandkids with phones
Who look with wonderment...
At the pictures of cottonfields of snow
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