I have this old piano
in my living room
No one knows how to play
But it is a special heirloom
So there it sits collecting dust
It takes up half the floor
I love this
beautiful piece of furniture
Even if it is an extra chore
No one here can play a song
So I covered the top with lace
Then I set old family pictures
Putting each in its own place
I tell the story to my children,
"This piano was Grandma's
She got it long ago"
I point out every picture
Each one so they will know
That's Grandma when she
was a little girl
That's Grandpa when he
was in school
I show them not only Great
but Great-Great Grandparents
The kids think that's really cool
There's Aunts and Uncles
People they never knew
But the kids love the stories
and laugh because they all
dressed so funny too
Sitting on top of that piano
I have pictures
over one hundred years old
Each and every one
is a treasure to me
More precious than the finest gold
The only reason I know these people
that I have never met
My Mother gave these pictures to me
Describing each one
so I would not forget
Children want to know
where they're from
I think that you will agree
They love to hear the stories
about their family tree
So we sit around that old piano
And talk about the past
Because the time spent with
our children
Are the memories that will last
