Inside the photo frame, there’s a part of the oak tree.
Inside the oak tree, the spiders web.
Inside the spiders web, a rough lizards back.
Inside the rough back, there’s so much colour.
Inside the colour, there’s wood.
Inside the wood, there’s dust from a high shelf.
Inside the dust from a high shelf, there’s Val’s hands
Inside Val’s hand, there’s breezling wind.
Inside the breezling wind, the smooth plastic.
Inside the smooth plastic, there’s splurt of ink.
Inside the splurt of ink, there’s a rectangle,
Inside the rectangle, there’s a photo
Inside the photo is my Dad’s smile.