Mother loved to take our pictures
As we grew up and aged
She pasted them in albums
And treasured every page
Back then, all film was black and white
And developing hard to come by
Pictures taken in January
Weren't seen before July
Mother loved her cameras
And called them each "Kodak"
She'd snap a candid picture
To see how we'd react
One cold day in wintertime
Outside we had to come
Mother held the camera backward
Took twelve pictures of her thumb
When family came to visit
Mother got her pictures out
Folks would "ooh" and "ah" for hours
She was very proud, no doubt
It wasn't until after she was gone
That I suddenly realized
We didn't have many pictures of her
And a plan then crystallized
I took my favorite picture of her
And had her portrait done
I wish she could have seen it
It's my favorite one
It hangs above my mantle now
So everyone can see
My beautiful Mother's portrait
And her smile meant just for me
Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
April 20, 2006
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Mother's Old Cameras
Artwork: My Daughter Elizabeth by Frank Benson
Music ~ You're At Peace In His Love Sequencer Unknown To Me
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