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I sit here in the firelight, going back in time
A storm rages outside the house, and the hour is mine
Tho winds howl and the snow blows, all is quiet in here
I sit here in the firelight, re-living other years
I hold the album in my lap, pictures of long ago
Some of them I remember, others known only by being told
There's my Cherokee grandmom who walked the Trail of Tears
Grandparent's wedding pictures, somber and austere
Oh, i remember her, or him, when i was very young
I know they came over to our house and brought their bratty son
And there's a picture of him, grown up and kinda cute
But standing with a crutch in hand in a military suit
There's dear Aunt Frankie, Uncle Owen and little Rosalie
She was wearing high boots with tassles, she gave them to me
She grew up, got married and became the mother of seven
She was still young when God reached down and carried her to heaven
Aunts and uncles, cousins, lots of nephews and nieces
Photos of these people whom i simply loved to pieces
Mom and dad, my sisters and brothers, and my child too
The album holds my lifetime memories as thru the years i grew
The fire is just embers now, the storm is winding down
I'm curled up on the couch in my long old flannel gown
Holding tight the album and wiping tears away
I had my family close to me for another day.
© susi Taylor (Texaswishr@aol.com)
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