An Ode to a Photo Frame

when we were little, you held us as tots

just silly children, with simple thoughts

so small then, so happy and young

to those moments, you have lovingly clung

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and as we grew, you also changed

a different color, a different frame

still you were there, on the tables and walls

holding us tight, never letting us fall

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now, you hold her: my sister, my friend

keeper of memories, a way to suspend

a door to friendship, a portal to love

a way to see her, though she’s up above

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time and again, you never fall short

never misremember, never distort

and her happy, carefree, jubilant grin

is safe in your hands, as it’s so long been

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to some you hold photos, to me: my heart

and though it pains me that we are apart

you hold true, and keep her near

allow me to time travel, and see her so clear

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though my memory fades, and gets a bit blurry

when i need to remember, i don’t need to worry

you always hold her in your loving embrace

thanks to you, i see my sister’s beautiful face