I have a golden picture frame
That hangs upon my wall;
When I want to see her smile
I seek the portrait in my hall.
There are times my fingers
Gently touch the glass
As if to awaken my mind
To the memories of the past.
Looking in her eyes of blue
Saying, "Oh, my dear sweet Mama,
I wish you were here with me,
Your grandchildren would love you so.
There is much we could do and see."
I still have moments of missing her
As the days have turned to years;
In times my heart needed her most
I cried a river of tears.
Her beautiful memory still lingers
Of her lovely and gentle face;
I'll always cherish those precious times
How I miss her sweet embrace.
Remembering when I was a small child
How she gently rocked me to sleep;
Times when she would just look at me
As she gently touched my cheek.
"You have your mothers smile" they say,
This I love to hear;
For when my heart repeats these words
I know she is always near.
