Photos On the Wall
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
still hold
their youth and the stories that
they were told.
Their photos will be forever maintained
as their ages stood still when they
were framed.
I can never erase what they looked
like then
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
heart swell.
I can hear all their laughs and even
their cry,
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
to install.
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
we bore.
As we grow old the photos stay young,
and our children still stay so small.
Copyright © Leonard Kleeman | Year Posted 2013
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