She walks to the window and then to the door

She holds in her small hands

The ones she adored.

She opens the cover and gazes inside

At hundreds of pictures

Of her family, her pride.

I have a picture of mommy-all dressed in white

And a picture of daddy-dressed for war and to fight.

I have a picture of roses in a beautiful vase

And pieces of flowers pressed all in one place.

I have pictures of family and pictures of friends

I have pictures of children-from newborns and then

From tiny tots to teenage to women and men

The family gets bigger and you add some more friends.

Though the days seem shorter and the years have flown

I will still have my pictures and remember my home

A memory of believing that your dreams can come true

Is whats inside my album and my memories of you.

Even though my hair is silver and my eyes arent quite as good

And I have a few more pains now- than what I think I should

The memory of one picture can bring back my younger days

Of all the love and caring for which I give God praise.

Written by Linda Malcomb 7-4-06