One of my first songs ever. I started to write a poem, and the music started playing in my head, so call it lyrical poetry or call it a song, here it is. Dedicated to my old family.

I'm lookin' into those glassy eyes
of my family in that photograph
from a few years back.
The picture's worn and nearly black,
but I can still see our faces,
smiling as the camera flashed.

“All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.” –Helen Keller

Strange how you can know when someone has known an age you never knew, a world that has died—or at least is dying. You can feel it in them, see it in their eyes.
Or you can see it so long as they still see it.