Picture Frame

The dark oak picture frame stands there
Memories flash back
Tears swell up in my eyes
They roll down my cheek and hit the ground
Again and again
Joyful faces of the family together
But now we are split, cracked and shattered
I pick it up and I try to remember the kind heart of gold in him
Again I remember memories but I am too weak and hopeless to hold them in me
Just like a mum I cradle the memory that binds us together
I try to be the overjoyed person I used to be
But I am stuck in darkness