My wall in the bedroom depicts our bygone days,
our looks, happy and sad,
happy that we are still young and lots to look for ,
my wall reminds me about my pictures on the wall,
my youngest hungry and unhappy,
I couldn’t instantly give her food.
To her that’s what life meant,eating and playing,
not sitting in front of a camera waiting to
be photographed by an unknown.
How did I feel,embarrassed I couldn’t find
anything to satisfy a two year old ,
who didn’t understand the meaning of
person,place or thing.
There they are from young to grown up,
perhaps they may not remember those days,
to me those were the days when we were happy,
we were together.
I look at those pictures and think about the days
when we could spend time together.
Now they are only memories of days gone by,