Thanksgiving brings back so many memories of the past. Family and friends from by gone years. Here's a poem that I wrote so few years ago ab out some of my family members. Hope you enjoy. God bless and God save.

Family Pictures
Written by Joan Glover
Looking over family pictures and at peace I come to be.
As I look at the faces of the ones who mean so much to me.Each face brings back a memory of what once use to be.
Of those now much older, of those from life set free.
I look at the one of my mother and a tear forms in my eye.
As I remember how I miss her, trying so hard not to cry.
I know she was a Christian, and I’ll see her again by and by.
Until then I have her picture to look upon with a sigh.
Here’s the one of my children so many years ago.
All lined up like stair steps and standing straight in a row.
Knobby knees and bony arms and smiles that would glow.
When did they grown into the adults that I now know.
And granny and grandpa, the picture was taken at their farm.
You can see crops in the background and all seemed so calm.
Grandpa, now he’d never smile, standing stiff with folded arm.
By his side stood my sweet granny with all her gentle charm.
Here’s the one of my stepfather, Jerry Koonce was his name.
He treated me as his own child and loved us all the same.
He was there to push the swing or play the baseball game.
He was all the dad us children wanted, he needed no other fame.
Oh and here’s one of me so many years of sunshine and rain.
Before housework, motherhood and just all the daily strain.
And some would say they’d want to go back and be that young again.
But me, I’m happy with my life. I have no more to gain.
There someone else except I’ve no picture that I can view.
I have a description, maybe you’ve heard of Him too.
The description is in the Bible the books we all knew
Matthew, Mark, Luke, John and Romans are a few.
They say He died a young man at the age of thirty-three.
And the reason of His dieing was to save you and me.
I believed and received Him and He set my soul free.
And even with no picture, He’s still a dear friend to me.
His name is wonderful, counselor, a Savior to us all.
He gives me peace and comfort when on my knees I Fall.
And He’s always there for me no matter the times I call.
I only know this wonderful man, Jesus is my all in all.