PICTURE OF THE PAST

PICTURE OF THE PAST

Three little girls in a world all their own
Music and happiness swells in the home
Such was this time lived so long ago
But these three sisters love each other so.

As I look at the picture, I think of a day
When without television, children did play
I can almost hear music filling the air
And know at a glance they always will care.

The piano and harp, now I hear clear
As the little one dances, I near shed a tear
My hand starts to tremble, remembering the day
When I had two brothers and we used to play.

2/24/09
Monty