This Picture Frame

The memories flowed into my head as I gently wrapped the photo as a mother would cradle a newborn baby.

The memories of her wavy hair flowing softly on her shoulders and her bright blue eyes that sparkled like stars.

She left,
I remember the sound of her beautiful cries.

Without her I could not bear it.

My finger splintered as I tenderly ran my hand down the side of the oak wood.

I want to bring her back,
I wish I could.