Blinded by a PictureA Poem by Treble
We stand by the shore,
her little fingers intertwined in our hands. A silver frame surrounds the blue waves and brown sand. His green eyes twinkle, her smile is bright, my cheeks are red. I take the photo by the frame, and I throw it against the wall, sinking down to the ground. I hear a little pitter-patter of feet, and she is in my lap. I stroke her little curls. I feel her tears soak my shirt as she asks why I'm sad. I tell her I'm not, but she knows better. She asks where daddy is. I tell her he's just on a trip, but I want to say, I think he wouldn't have broken the family if I had seen the signs. I think he wouldn't have broken the family if I hadn't been blinded by a picture. © 2017 TrebleAuthor's Note
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Added on December 3, 2017 Last Updated on December 3, 2017 AuthorTrebleAboutHi, I'm a young adult, and I love writing poetry and the occasional short story. more..Writing
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