The Picture

A Poem by Kristin

February 14, 2010.

On a dusty shelf,
is a picture that is torn

It stood out in pure darkness
A picture to be born

His and her face,
and nothing more

It made my face frown,
and my own heart sore

If only they could,
tell me why

Why I felt the urge,
to sit and cry

A memory put to shame?
Or something far worse?

A picture in the frame,
that made my voice go hoarse

Was this what I wanted,
for my family to display?

Because all I see now,
is twenty years in my way

And it still hurts,
to see his smile

As the picture will go up in flames,
and burn for awhile