Chap 11

The Lady

I hold this print in my hands

The memories of her fading away

Just like the colors of this picture

They say the people who leave

Still live in our memories

I wish I could have her back

Just like we can develop old reels

Her smile as innocent as I remember

Her hair tucked back to expose that face

Her hands folded nice and neat

Oh she still looks like the picture of grace

Will the memories fade away?

Just like people disappear?

Their touch and their presence

The only picture I have of her

With it she'll leave me again I fear

Leading her life on her own terms

Life beat her at its game

She went down like a fighter

An it gives me so much pride

To know from her I come

That lady in the picture

Grandma, we shall soon meet again