Dear baby girl who's picture lies in the frame that rests on the dressing table
of the master bedroom
Sitting still in an empty home,
But a full house
Longing to be held once more
With the affectionate touch that put it there all those years ago
It is a gorgeous frame
Entraping a blisfull memory of the baby
Who's picture lies in it
As it rests on the dressing table
Of the now empty master bedroom

Family
A house is not a home without it
However you have not felt at home with it
They say blood is thicker than water
Well no wonder this house is so...