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 November.
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 realise:
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,
In this priceless frame, ever go.....