The Picture Frame
By Charlotte H
Published 13 August 2018
People walk past it
No-one notices it or knows it’s there
But when it’s gone something is missing
With its dusty top and oak finish
It lights up the whole world
A sharp pain goes through his chest
As if he is making those memories again
But he feels he’s losing a lifetime of memories
His heart started pounding of sadness
As tears start to roll down his face
He starts to pack it away like a newborn baby
He tries to remember the simpler times
When there was joy and laughter in the house
The picture frame