by Rachel A. Gold
Pictures are friends, a photograph
Enlarged and tented, hanging on the wall,
That looks at you with tender eyes,
As if to say, "Be still, I'm here"
To comfort and remind
Of days gone past . . .
It grows a bit wearisome, the watching eyes,
Then you get up, and turn the picture to the wall,
Glad for just a little bit of privacy.
Tuesday, 04-May-2010 14:48:29 EDT