𝗥𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀

𝙰𝚗 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎

Within a drawer of an old home,
lies an old picture left alone,
a faded one but yet so full of care,
with a mother and child with love to share.

A priceless day of happiness,
but the picture lays crumbled in a drawer of old,
it's one of the memories turned into gold.

those memories of the past,
black and white,
they slowly faded in each passing night,
waiting for it to be given light.

The mother's grave was overgrown with tears,
as the child has grown years,
The picture lies alone,
waiting for the child to return home.