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Array ( [sid] => 10218 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => IF I WAS A PICTURE [time] => 2003-01-12 02:40:00 [hometext] => ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE POEMS THAT CAME TO ME IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. [bodytext] => 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 STUDING 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 THOUIGHT 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 SAIDS YOUR NAME.
I HEARD YOU’D BE COMING HOME, AND I GUESS YOU SHOULD,
CAUSE LATELY YOUR MOTHER HASN’T BEEN DOING TO 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.
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IF I WAS A PICTURE

Contributed by Jeff_Scott_Morehead on Sunday, 12th January 2003 @ 02:40:00 AM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems



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 STUDING 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 THOUIGHT 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 SAIDS YOUR NAME.
I HEARD YOU’D BE COMING HOME, AND I GUESS YOU SHOULD,
CAUSE LATELY YOUR MOTHER HASN’T BEEN DOING TO 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.




Copyright © Jeff_Scott_Morehead ... [ 2003-01-12 02:40:00]
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Re: IF I WAS A PICTURE (User Rating: 1 )
by mckayla on Monday, 20th January 2003 @ 09:13:54 AM AEST
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Wow ... Great poem!!


mckayla


Re: IF I WAS A PICTURE (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 28th January 2003 @ 02:43:49 AM AEST
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what a touching poem Jeff, You made me cry....AGAIN

Carole




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