Picture Frame Poem by Liza Mahlubi

The stories you told
Filled the room with laughter
Took away pains
Warmed the hearts of many
And your presence made them feel special
They all loved you.

Women regarded you as a rose
Picked from a blessed garden
Smelled the scent of your perfumed
The pricks on their fingers to
them was a symbol of their love
And that you belonged to them
And they all loved you.

With all the laughter
All that joy
All that popularity
Beautiful scent
Charming smile
All that love
The existence of your spirit,
memories of your life
Are now forgotten
And now all that exist is a faded picture frame
With a face that was once loved.