Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Picture Frames--By Janet Vick--United States

Picture Frames

We picture frames from life while growing old.
Some cherished times of love, though pictures old
the mem’ries warm the heart as times grow cold.

That smiling one, a toddling little flame
of energy, rambunctious, full of flame
now smothered in the grave that bears her name.

My Dad, that one...a farmer, loved the land.
He taught me to give thanks and bless the land,
what matters most is love... I understand.

And that is of a woman from before
the dance when shattered mind destroyed before...
She walks a shelled out mother, wife no more.

A treasured past of pictures, happy days
to warm the life of present, stumbling maze.

Janet lives in rural Suffolk, Virginia with her husband, Randy. She loves the fresh air and space of country living. She works as a Registered Nurse in surgery. She is a mother of one and grandmother of two.

9 comments:

  1. This poem, much like the subjects mentioned, is a sentimental treasure, Janet.

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  2. Dear Janet,

    Those pictures are stored in our hearts as well as in scrapbooks. They can make us both happy or sad as we know the images the represent will not come our way again.

    Beautifully written!

    Love,
    Carolyn

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  3. Janet, most memories are so sweet and freeze in our minds' picture frame to conjure up at a moments notice........... Memories are a lasting part of us in this finite. Beautiful words, beautiful poem. Sheri / www.poetryandbeyond.net

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  4. Janet, what a wonderful write. Sweet memories that warm our hearts, do help in those times when sadness seems to invade our moments. You did a beautiful job of this poignant poem. So glad you are sharing your talent with us here on Whispers..
    Love, Charlene

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  5. Love it. Nice job, Janet. Filled with inspiration. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!

    -MJ (www.tgbgpublictions.com)

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  6. Thank you, Beth, for the following--

    Photo's full of memories I hold. Treasures from the past, all I have to clutch at now I'm aged and old.

    Bet Winchcombe-England

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  7. What a wonderful poem Janet. enjoyed it so much. well done. best wishes. Pete.

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  8. Your words touch one's heart Janet - bringing memories of 'our ranch' with the white face cattle and the sweet smell of hay. Wonderful Janet...

    Rhoda Galgiani

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  9. Thanks to all who read and commented. Greatly appreciated. Janet

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