Frame

You breeze past me daily

Oblivious

Numb

To the secrets that I contain

I have become a normal routine

Invisible

But I am golden- gilded

For those with eyes to see,

I contain the memory of forgotten places

Colour rich and alive

I have protected memories for you

The scent of foreign lands

The beauty of a woman in her youth

Flushed with innocent anticipation of the

Life she has yet to know

Memories take form,

Landscapes shift,

And the same woman stands with her grandchild in hand

Face careworn, but content

Life is just enough

And one day you too will be held within my grasp

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