THE PHOTOGRAPH

That golden boy with greenest eyes
The light of all her life
Six years old when he did die
Sixty three years she did cry

No more crying mama dear
No more the tears to shed
She found her rest one long cold night
Alone upon her bed

For all of life is memories
And the now cannot best then
But what if there is no one there
To record it with a pen

The mama and the child
All dead
All memories of it too
But this sad old story touched my heart
So I share it now with you