There’s a picture on my wall—
The one I love the most of all.
In the photo she is grinning
With her little face so winning
That it always brings good cheer
Though it’s hung there many years.
She is beautiful in the photo, as she is today;
But she’s no longer like that baby in any other way;
And yet when she drops in
And I see her “grown-up” grin
A “baby image” seems to place
Itself across her grown-up face,
And for a moment I can see
That baby girl so dear to me.
By a Father (Name Withheld)
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