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