The Oak Picture FrameA Poem by dancerella10What tells a
story better than that of an oak
picture frame with a beige,
two-inch matte? Its starts with
a photo" of the newly wed
two He in black, She
in white They’ve just
said “I do.” Then comes the
picture One plus one
equals three They’re momma
and daddy And they’ve had
a baby! Suddenly now The baby’s
eleven And there’s two
other munchkins" the youngest is
seven. Steadily as the pictures
progress their haircuts
change and their
fashions a mess. Now, look at
that there, The oldest is
grown And he’s
starting a sweet little family of his
own. Now off to
college The little one
goes Her diploma in hand To see what she
knows. And that one
there, Yes, there on
the right, They’re holding
their six little
grandchildren tight. But wait did you
see? In that photo
just there It seems that
the place Of the father is
bare. But what do you
do when you want to
forget that someone who
loved you You can’t just
reset. Do you rip them
out of each picture
their in? Or simply put
those pictures safe in a bin? What tells a
story better than that of an oak
picture frame with a beige,
two-inch matte? Its starts with
a photo" of the newly wed
two and ends with a
photo" her alone on a
pew. © 2014 dancerella10 |
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Added on May 30, 2014 Last Updated on May 30, 2014 Author
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