This Picture of You
(c) 2005 by Clint Anglin
These aging hands hold a photo so dear --
Worn edges you can almost see through;
There’s a spot or two from the stain of a tear
Here, on this picture of you.
Who could have known you would leave so soon,
When there was so much left for you to do;
The singing was silenced in the middle of the tune;
And now all I have left is this picture of you.
Dad, how I wish you’d gotten to know my son,
Watched him grow and see all that he can do;
I’ve told him of the good times and all the fun,
But all he has is this picture of you.
Who could have known you would leave so soon,
When there was so much left for you to do;
The singing was silenced in the middle of the tune;
And now all I have left is this picture of you.
I think of you often and wish you were here
To sing for me the way you used to do;
But a day will come when you’ll hold me near,
And I will no longer need this picture of you.
Who could have known you would leave so soon,
When there was so much left for you to do;
Your singing was silenced in the middle of the tune;
Now all I have left is this picture of you.
All I have left is this picture of you...
