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 named
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
A picture of you rests in my sight, a picture of you in a
Book That I write.
Thanks for reading.