There hangs a Mirror upon the Wall
That\'s borne the Face of Family all.
A Silver Disc that\'s Stationed by
To Capture face and Knotted Tie.
Some Features young, Some very Old,
All Precious blood within the fold.
Much times of Joy and Laughter made,
And Breaking Hearts Condolence Paid.
But many were the days now past
When Souls now gone gazed in the Glass.
And many the days I stand and Stare:
To glimpse a lost fond Image there