This poem I wrote as I was thinking about my wonderful mother. She has this bulletin board in her bedroom that she keeps the current pictures of her family on and I can just envision her turning her chair around and smiling as she looks at those pictures and then a tear comes to her eyes as she sees in those grandkids her own sweet children many, many moons ago doing the same things her grandkids are doing--hamming for a photo.
I love you mom!
Family History
by Doreen Blanding
Pictures of by gone years
Hang upon the wall.
Eyes with loving tears
Look, walking the hall.
Doreen