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The Old Picture

Old picture seldom You can see them I have the chance To see one hid by time. A photo album of my Grandpa who still About ten years old Together with her mother A pre-colonial spanish motiff The mother wearing filipiniana My granpa in spanish suit Its tainted black and white In the mid-40's to be exact. The affluence appears in the dress The jewelry are sparking From necklace, earrings to rings Speaks the rich colonial era. My granpa is of Caucasian Spanish Descent, demonstrate his long Pointed nose and his white skins. My grandpa is gone, we, his genes Are continuing the goodness And the good deeds of my granpa He's a teacher but an a-class carpenter By propession, he's character is strict That he don't want others overseeing him That traits we inherited until now. The old picture hangs in the corner Of the room and in our memory lanes.

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