This poem was prompted when I took photos of a 2 year old great grandchild of my ladyfrend. I was smitten by her and thought that she would never stay so small and huggable as she is now. The photo defined her as she is now. The poem is in honor of her and our own children, now grown with their own children and grandchildren. As time marches on, the photos stay the same.
PHOTOS ON THE WALL
By Leonard Kleeman
I look at the photos hanging on the wall.
How I loved those kids when they
were so small.
And, I loved them still as I got old.
They changed a lot but the photos
their youth and the stories that
they were told.
Their photos will be forever maintained
as their ages stood still when they
I can never erase what they looked
and I can never lift and hug them again.
As I look at the photos hanging so well
I feel all the love and it makes my
I can hear all their laughs and even
But I know in my heart it's from years
gone on by.
I know that the pictures are forever bound.
They'll hang in frames for so long on the wall,
To just be there without muttering a sound.
Perhaps for eternity or until they fall.
The photos the frames hold as they hang
on the wall
are photos of children who have now grown old
and have their own frames with more photos
But the photos I have I will cherish and hold.
They are my dear children whom I'll always adore.
And the photos in frames that I keep on the wall
are to remember our youth and the children
As we grow old the photos stay young,
and our children still stay so small.