My Frame

Useless
Neglected
Yet it sits on a shelf
A peculiar shape
Old and rusted
Alone

Memories
Faded from time

A little girl
Me
Excited,energetic
First recital

A work of art in eyes of the parents
A sweet caring child in the eyes of a grandparent
A determined, sweet, future leader and inspirer in the eyes of an aunt

All these thoughts are left to rust
An utterly useless frame
Yet why is it there?