A Picture in a Frame // P O E T R Y

I thought it had been awhile since I posted one of my poems, so here it goes!
This one I wrote over two years ago. I am afraid I think it could be written better, but I will just post it how I wrote it when I was seventeen.

I wrote this poem with a sad heart.

One day, my little cousins were over and somehow we came across the topic of Grandma. They said they didn't know who I was talking about. When I pointed to the picture (below) sitting on a shelf, they just said, "Oh. Her. That's Grandma Nancy. She lives in heaven."

I realized they truly didn't know who she was. She is, and would always be,
 just a "picture in a frame", a "picture with a name".
It broke my heart and I could have cried. For to me, Grandma was real. She was a person. She loved me, and I knew it. She used to laugh and cry and give me tight hugs, covering my face in kisses. I ache for my cousins who will never know how wonderful their Grandma was, and what a special person she will always be to me.

 A Picture in a Frame

by Felicity Estola

April 23, 2013

You see that picture in a frame, which sits just over there?

The glass not so perfect, and the wood a little wear?

Some dust may have settled gently atop its stand

And to you it may not seem all that grand

But look at the picture in the frame; tell me what do you see?

A lady sitting silently, looking back at you and me?

Step a little closer and I'm sure if you try

You'll find a twinkle dancing merrily in her eye

She no longer lives on earth, for her Saviour called her away

But her memory will never leave, oh so much I could say!

That mouth loved to laugh with a clear loud sound

And the love in her heart was strong and abound

You see her arms just sitting there, quietly by her side

I see her warm hugs, arms held open wide

Her clothes are not fancy; her hair may have some gray

But she lived for Jesus and to Him she did pray

To you that lady may be just a picture in a frame

Someone people talk about; a picture with a name

But I see a person who once was full of life

Someone Jesus came and healed of their strife

To you that little frame may be a glance of your eye

But to me it's a keepsake of a life that's gone by

Forever I will remember that lady smiling at you and me

And I know someday in heaven, her I will see!