The Picture on the Parlor Wall
On the faded wallpaper what do I see,
an old picture on the parlor wall.
Many years ago grandma took it,
Sis and I were young and having fun.
On that very hot summer's day,
we were in shorts and pigtails.
Grandma always said she loved that picture,
we did not know why because we hated it.
With grandma long passed,
I can now see what she saw.
Two cute girls having way too much fun,
on that very hot summer's day.
Like the faded wallpaper on the parlor wall,
the picture and time have also faded far away.
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