There will be a time when our photo in that fancy frame
Will be taken down,
Or pushed to the back of the windowsill, neglected, forgotten,
Or stored under the bed, in a box with old school reports,
Yellowing, dog eared birthday cards, crumpled, creased concert tickets,
Making room for a new generation, a new era,
Faces will grow dim, stories, family traditions of years before, forgotten,
But the love that was created within our family
Will be cherished in hearts for an eternity....