Pixie's Poem

We are there, in a photograph
that’s hung on my wall.

Four perfect photos of you and me
in a perfect brown frame.

These memories frozen forever,
reminding me of you each and every day.

Some days I wish you were still here,
I wish I could hug you, kiss you, run
my fingers through your thick chestnut mane
and tell you ‘I love you’ one last time.