The Picture on My Wall
I often write about the picture on my wall
Black and white, as of a bygone age,
Its golden frame accentuates it all
A fine border surrounds a life’s page
Holding a large fish she sweetly smiles
Russet, curly locks ring her angelic face
A daddy’s girl, she pleases and beguiles;
Needy, her world an imaginary place
She greets my days as I arise
Without her I’d soon be forever lost
I need her lips and smiling eyes
To signal how my ship has tossed
To tell me when I’ve strayed the course
To sit me upright, with no remorse
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