If I Was A Picture

IF I WAS A PICTURE



IF I WAS A PICTURE THAT HUNG ON A WALL,

SURELY MY EYES WOULD HAVE SEEN IT ALL.

LIKE THE FIRST DAY THEY BROUGHT THAT SWEET BABY HOME,

TO THE DAY THOSE LITTLE LEGS LEARNED HOW TO ROAM.



OR YOUR FIRST BIRTHDAY, OH HOW I REMEMBER IT WELL,

THOSE STORIES YOUR MOTHER STILL LOVES TO TELL.

I REMEMBER IN JUNIOR HIGH, YOU STUDYING IN FRONT OF THE TV,

AND HOW EVERYONE LAUGHED WHEN YOU SPILLED YOUR ICED TEA.



I REMEMBER THE MORNING I WATCHED YOU WALK OUT THE FRONT DOOR,

TO YOUR GRADULATION HELD ON THE HIGH SCHOOL GYM FLOOR.

THEN OFF TO COLLEGE, AND OUT ON YOUR OWN,

AT TIMES I THOUGHT YOU FORGOT THE WAY HOME.



OH WHAT A CUTE COUPLE YOU MADE ON YOUR WEDDING DAY,

TO MAKE THINGS PERFECT, YOUR PARENTS WENT OUT OF THEIR WAY.

I WATCHED YOU PACK YOUR BAGS AS YOU MOVED OUT OF TOWN,

AND THE HOUSE SEEMED SO MUCH QUIETER WITHOUT YOU AROUND.



OH HOW THE YEARS HAVE FLOWN, AND THIS OLD HOUSE IS STILL THE SAME,

THOUGH IT ONLY SEEMS TO HAVE LIFE WHEN SOMEONE SAID YOUR NAME.

I HEARD YOU’LL BE COMING HOME, AND I GUESS YOU SHOULD,

CAUSE LATELY YOUR MOTHER HASN’T BEEN DOING TOO GOOD.



FOR TWENTY-TWO YEARS SHE GAVE IT HER ALL,

NOT A DAY OF REST, AS I WATCHED FROM THIS WALL.

I, LIKE YOUR MOTHER, HAVE SEEN BETTER DAYS,

AND I HOPE SOON TO BE TAKEN DOWN AND PUT AWAY.



FOR I DON’T WANT TO SEE HOW THIS STORY WILL END,

I CAN’T BEAR THE THOUGHT OF LOSING SUCH A DEAR FRIEND.