Frozen In A Silver Frame Poem by Emma Jane Pearson

It was a fine day,
When we first met face-to-face for the first time,
But you didn’t know what to say to me, and
I didn’t know what to say to you.

But I wish I could’ve frozen that moment in time,
Take a picture of it,
Buy & put it in a pretty silver frame,
Lay it on my desk,
For years, and years to come.

But as the years would go buy,
It would become suffocated in the dust & the dirt,
But never to cover & hide up my newly found smile,
The one you gave me, when we first met.