The Photo Frame

Day after day, the frame unnoticed.
Aging through countless years of sorrow.
Alone, but somehow surrounded.
Finally, a spark of hope.
Her gentle, tender fingers, sending a message of love.
Her warm voice, her glow of compassion.
Setting all the curves in the world straight.
The chestnut wood, now glowing gold.
Protected, like an invincible shield.
But nothing good ever lasts too long.
The sound of distant footsteps, gone.
The warm glow, a once in a lifetime gift, gone.
The everlasting love she gave.
Gone.