smiling memories on the wall
locked in frames of different shapes and colors
not sure why you collect them all
like bottled thoughts for preservation

once, I tried to take them away
they don’t fit on our hallway
like old furniture that is so out of place
they stand out in a negative way

not long you noticed their absence
a long and loud conversion comes after
apparently it’s not as simple as taking the frames
but the happiness and pride you found in them

each frames has stories to tell
a life of their own you choose to treasure
special times and wonderful tales
not even gold can compare