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Oh how well she did remember

the day the photo had been done

t'was the last day they were together

for he was off to World War one

now she sat looking at the photo

to her it was so dear

she held it now with trembling hands

and slowly shed a tear

The old frame was bent and tarnished

and the photo faded dim

to her tho, it was so beautiful

for the photo was of him

Oh, it had been so bright and beautiful

on the day he went away

but when he kissed her there goodbye

it had turned to misty grey

Now her eyes were almost blind

and she could hardly see

and tho she doesn't see the photo well

she still sends an anguished plea

Dear Lord would he stil love me

if he could see me here today

for I am old and wrinkled with grey hair

that I didn't have the day he went away

Oh, I am old and bent and shabby

and have age spots on my hands

do you think he'd still care for me

do you think he'd understand

But he looked just as handsome

beneath that picture glass

as he did that day, in his uniform of blue

posed beside the sailor's mast

There was no wrinkle in his brow

not a hair was out of place

there was a twinkle in his eye

and a faint smile on his face

She looked on gold and wavy hair

and eyes of deepest blue

and freckles across a strong straight nose

and a smile that said, I love you

And oh, she did remember

their last farewell goodbye

and he told her that he cared for her

and then he went away to die

Now she held the photo

and kissed his handsome face

as she placed it back into the trunk

into it's proper place