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I have this little picture frame,

That's as precious as can be,

That little frame was originally bought

For someone very special to me.



Now, whenever I look at this little frame,

This is what I see:

I see an empty space

Where your beautiful face should be.



Each time I gaze upon this frame,

This is what I think:

I think of a little girl

who should have been dressed in pink.



Each time I stare at this empty frame,

This is what I remember:

I remember the loss I felt

That fateful day in early December.



Whenever I see this little frame,

This is what I feel:

I feel a pain within my heart,

A pain that is so real.



Each time I hold this solitary frame,

These are my fears:

I fear the loneliness ahead

In the many coming years.



Whenever I pick up this priceless frame,

What do I believe?

I believe in my heart that one day soon,

I will learn not to grieve.



Each time I touch this single frame,

This is what I realize:

That no matter how badly it hurts,

No one really cares about my lonely cries.



Finally, when I put down this picture frame,

This is what I know:

That no other person's photo will,

Be in this priceless frame.





By Golden Dawn

This is to my nieces Matilda Rose Henderson and her sister Alexia Eve Coker.  You are my world, my life, my everything.  I love you and miss.  And NANA, PAPA, & I are waiting for you to come home.