Ellen's Frame
I see her picture at the end of my hall
And steady myself by touching the wall
The frame is gaudy as if it has meaning
And it calls to me with each day’s leaning
With purpose I travel to make it straight
As if that picture and I have a date
The old pine floor has a familiar creak
As my worn-out slippers make it speak
The floor it talks as I move to her
It tells of times as they once were
I call that walk, my footsteps of fate
And I listen to them as I make it straight
3/4/18
Copyright © Jerry Hackett | Year Posted 2018
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