I Feel Blessed
It Does




A picture of great grandma hangs on the wall
I can see the beauty that won great grandpa's heart
Each time I look at the picture I feel a warmth inside
Because I know who I am great grandma was a part.



I can close my eyes and hear great grandma's voice
The way I believe her sweet voice sound had to be
Those precious moments she and great grandpa shared
Somehow I believe this gift she handed down to me.



Some say a picture on a wall holds it's secrets inside
But when I look at great grandma's picture I disagree
Her picture speaks to my heart in a silent kind of way
Because I know some of her lives deep inside of me.



I feel blessed it does....


Ralph L. Clark © 2003

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