The Picture

I have a pretty picture, It hangs upon my wall. It used to be my father's When I was very small. My father died very young. I have this souvenir. Every time I look at it I feel as if he's near. It's a very peaceful picture, Beautiful to view, And though it's very, very old It looks as though it's new. I have a pretty picture, It hangs upon my wall. It used to be my father's When I was very small.