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It sits there, small
and in a frame
a photo of my family
five smiles
maybe a grimace
They take my breath away
vanilla scent
that fills the air.
Bright colours splashed around
My loving mum
My carefree dad
Two sisters and myself.
My fingers stroke
the wooden frame,
a smile on my face.
They’ve loved and
cared for me today
l’ve come to do the same.