The Arrival

A dusty, wooden picture frame,
Sitting on a cold, concrete shelf,
With a special photo sitting there,
Touching, sad, and bare.

A dusty wooden picture frame,
Of a family full of heart,
Memories full of joy,
Memories full of sadness,
That all faded away.

A dusty, wooden picture frame,
Wrapped up in a velvet cloth,
And tied up in string.
It was always there,
Through Summer, Autumn, Winter and Spring.

A dusty wooden picture frame,
Nowhere to be seen,
Memories ready to share,
Left all alone,
Until Dad comes home.