Your sister told me yesterday,
that when she saw me look her way,
A tear welled up inside her eye.
She looked at me and breathed a sigh.
“You just look so much like her now,”
she whispered, and I felt so proud.
Silence filled that precious room.
where grandpa played his fiddle tunes.
He called me, “sister” and he’d cry,
when ever I went walking by.
“Yeah, it sure was different then.”
He’d tell me ’bout the days back when.
Inside this room, this special place,
My mom, my child, myself, his face.
I hugged your sister, quiet tears,
wishing for those long lost years.
And hoping that my child might be,
proud one day, he looks like me.
