Yourself

In a mirror...
On a shelf.
I stood for a while,
And looked at myself.

I looked me up,
And I looked me down.
For my hair is curly,
And my eyes are brown.

I try in my ways,
To not do wrong.
And to move through the day,
I'm humming a song.

For I am a person,
Sent from heaven above.
God sent me here,
For somebody to love.

Now...if I can have you,
And you can love me.
That's how I want,
It always to be.

E.P. 1908 - 1989

Ethel's great grandson and his father. Joe is getting climbing lessons and he takes every opportunity to squeeze love in.