Picture Frame Poem by Wallis minten

Inside a small home is a room
Where one person lives but where there used to be two
A place once filled with laughter now only filled with tears
And where joyful days turned into unhappy years
The toys have been hidden away from sight
There is only a lamp to chase back the night
No children live here, most went away
Only one child grew up and chose to stay
But soon she will leave like the others
She will soon be with her sisters and brothers
But as she packs fearing new change
She stumbles onto an old picture frame
The glass is cracked, the frame is worn
Some of the picture is blotted and torn
But the lady holds it as though it were made of glass
For this is a picture of the happier past
And as tears slowly fill her eyes
She remembers there is no such thing as goodbye
The past is never too far away
To get back you just need a picture frame