The Frame

She came over again
and looked at the photo
in the old pewter frame.
A family member
near and dear
is what she sees.
I'm glad she doesn't know
the history of the frame:
all the old girlfriends
that showed smiles
through the glass,
now buried memories
in a drawer.
My favorite frame,
always in view of everyone
that walks in.
Hopefully, one day
her smile will grace the frame,
and I trust she understands
how big of a deal it is to me.

From: 
Kurt Rees




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ABOUT THE POET ~
I have been writing poetry for the past five years. I have had a few poems published in England and in magazines here in the states. I have written two novels and many articles as well.


Last updated July 22, 2011