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.....