There is a little photograph 
That sits upon my shelf 
In its monochromatic hues it holds
My world in its sweet self 

A vision sits inside the frame 
A smile lights up her face 
She’s looking out from beaming eyes 
In another time and place 

Even as I look at her 
She reaches inside my heart 
Pulling at blue-purple strings 
Of memories tender and soft

I can almost feel the comforting 
Gentleness of her hand
It lies there like a lilly 
On the railing where she stands 

I wish sometimes for magic 
An alchemy of the souls 
for a few quicksilver moments 
Your beautiful hands to hold 

Then I close my eyes and reach 
For your vital warmth once more 
I’m wrapped up in nostalgia 
For times and places from before 

Your photo sits on my shelf, Mama 
It’s full of your love and grace
On most days I just reach within 
And you hold me in your loving embrace.