The Picture - Loudon Wainwright III

There are pictures on the piano

Pictures of the family

Mostly my kids but there’s an old

Picture of you and me

You were five and I was six

In 1952

That was forty years ago

How could it be true?

We were sitting outside drawing

At a table meant for cards

And it must have been in autumn

Falling leaves in the front yard

With a shoe box full of crayons

Full of colors oh so bright

In a picture in a plastic frame

A snapshot black and white

You were looking at my paper

Watching what I drew

It was natural: I was older

Thirteen months more than you

A brother and a sister

A little boy and girl

And whoever took that picture

Captured our own world

A brother needs a sister

To watch what he can do

To protect and to torture

To boss around—it's true

But a brother will defend her

For a sister’s love is pure

Because she thinks he’s wonderful

When he is not so sure

In the picture there’s a fender

Of our old Chevrolet

Or Pontiac—our dad would know

Surely he could say

But dad is dead and we grow old

It’s true that time flies by

And in forty years the world has changed

As well as you and I