There once was a picture

of my daughter and me,

as we stood together in front

of the Christmas tree.

 

I placed this picture

on a shelf at home, for

it was a reminder of our years

together before she was grown.

 

One day as I looked at this

picture of my daughter and me,

from a distance I saw

what appeared to be three.

 

For there stood my mother,

my daughter and me,

only my mother had died

many years ago you see.

 

Yet, there she was with her

shiny black hair curled close

to her head, as she stood

close beside me wearing

a dress of dark red.

 

I walked up much closer

just to see, but all that I

saw was a red fireplace with

a green wreath by the tree.

 

I went away sadly, yet

turned one more time

  just to see...

but it was only a picture

of my daughter and me.