Picture Frame

Picture Frame

A Poem by Phoenix
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About a picture frame that sits on my desk

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Sitting amongst the bric-a-brac
And scattered to-do piles,
There sits a little wooden frame
That cradles moments past.
In any room of any home
You’ll find it’s long lost kin,
The charges kept are memories
Of who we are and where we’ve been.
A tender embrace,
A baby’s smile,
Lovers holding hands,
A cherished family episode...
All frozen under glass.
By-gone times of happiness
With friends held dear or family guests...
A portrait posed in fancy dress
A snapshot of our life’s progress
A graduation day. 
These moments are our lives defined.
The photos... our screenplay.
Some black and white
Some yellowed with age
Some full and bright with color,
The yesterdays the frame displays
Are precious beyond measure.
Tis but a simple wooden thing,
This little picture frame,
But what it holds in gilded gold
Is nothing less than life and love...
A precious reminiscing.

© 2008 Phoenix


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Added on March 26, 2008
Last Updated on March 31, 2008

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Phoenix
Phoenix

Allentown, PA



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