In the photo on the dresser,
Lovely mother, proud, serene;
Deep brown eyes and tender smile,
Confident that all the while
Nothing e'er shall come between.
In the photo on the dresser,
Little lady, hair of gold;
'Round her, loving thoughts entwine:
"This, our daughter, yours and mine –
Our love, her shelter from the cold."
In the photo on the dresser,
A gentle man, his family's treasure,
Whose quiet strength and steady hand
Guide their way, as grains of sand
Slip through the glass in untold measure.
In the photo on the dresser –
Only two? How can it be?
But no; look deep into their eyes –
Sweet love endures, and death denies.
Look closer now – there still are three.
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