I remember cornfields and cotton patches
And Georgia’s rich farm soil,
I remember mama and daddy, my sister and brothers,
The planting seasons of labor and toil.
I remember the old farmhouses
Where we lived with dignity and pride
Where winter cold air cracks and unheated rooms
Nearly froze our young backsides.
I remember the fireplace and blazing warmth
The family gathering place we best knew,
Where each of us shared stories of our day,
Where respect and love easily grew.
I remember the big cast iron cook stove
Where mama cooked over blazing heat.
Preparing healthy meals three times each day,
For her growing family of six to eat.
I remember the cows, chickens, and horses, too
The old mare I liked to ride and race,
Flying bareback through green meadows
With clean sweet air upon my face.
I remember the thick old Sears catalog
That came in the mail once a year
It was the great mall of those days long past
A dream book as Christmas came near.
I remember the printed cotton flour sacks
Mama used to cut and sew
Making little dresses for me and sis
That made our small faces glow.
Oh what precious memories of the farm
A haven for young children to explore
Where one appreciated what they had
Instead of compulsively wanting more.
Those were days I warmly recall
Of my loving family’s humble lives
Of hard work, togetherness, respect and love
Of joys, sorrows, and peaceful gentle sighs.
© 2007 Jeanette Cooper--All Rights Reserved