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 
  Gifferent ways.

  Twenty was a special year, your first child, a boy 
  Named 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