On my grandmas mantel a dozen photos line,
Black, white and yellow ones set in the olden times.
A young girl stares with long dark curls,
Around her neck hangs a string of pearls.
The mantel clock has just chimed four,
These faces ive not seen before.
A photo of a gloomy face,
Now somewhere in a heavenly place.
A child on a swing laughing having fun,
Her little life had just begun.
A smile familiar, i recognise..?
That little girl has grandmas eyes.