A Poem For A Frame
Tattering plaster.
Left out in the rain.
Too grand for good use.
A castaway frame.
Profile embossed.
Its charm. Its appeal.
Held a portrait? A mirror?
Their absence conceal.
Found by the road.
Hung on nails in the sky.
Holding one final masterwork.
My family and I.
posted by The Chindo at 12:06 AM
4 Comments:
wow, that was a beautiful poem. it actually made me tear up...i must be emotional or something.
Absolutely wonderful post! Always so creative and your family truly is poetry in motion at the Master's pen... tears in my eyes with pride and JOY!
Incredible! Love that you finally found the perfect picture for that amazing frame!
Thank you for the wonderful picture and really inspiring poem.
I finally get to see your blog.
I'm not sure why it takes so long to reach me here at Kaiser.
I love you son and pray God's best for you and your precious family.
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