A picture on the parlor wall
Who is that I ask
inquiring of an old black and white photo
on their parlor wall
they look at me strangely
having no clue
they tell me it came with the building
and it just fit the decor
how odd I say
owning a picture
that holds a thousand words
and you have no recollection
of their story or their memories
that stay trapped forever
behind clouded glass
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
