It was only a silly old snapshot ~
And Mother had said that day
That she wished we wouldn’t take it ~
She wished we would throw it away;
The wind in her hair made it fuzzy,
And the sun was bright in her eyes ~
But we were glad we had captured
On film, one so camera~shy.
Often thereafter we begged her
To let us try one more shot,
But, she was so full of excuses,
And later on ~ we just forgot.
Weeks slip away into seasons...
And seasons too soon become years;
Life’s silver thread is fragile ~
Passing brings so many tears!
But, I came once again ‘cross the picture
that she said we never could take ~
And I’m thankful to God up in Heaven
She gave in just for our sake.
For the wind in her hair seemed so proper...
And the sun gave a gleam to her eyes ~
I treasure a dear piece of paper:
Remembrance of earth’s finest prize!