A PICTURE OF YOU
Plenty of times I saw you, watched as you changed,
A portrait of a baby, many years ago as time has
Aged it,
As a child, you appeared a certain way, young at play.
From twelve to seventeen, a face that went different
Ways,
Twenty was a special year, your first child, a boy
Mamed Gary.
Seven children as the years went by, your picture
Changed,
Beyond eighteen or twenty five, seasons changed in
Your eyes.
Mom! I miss you, I think I can hear you when I sleep
In the night,
A picture of you rests in my sight, a picture of you
In a book that I write.
Keith Garrett
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,Sweet and emotional…
Thanks so much