Just hanging on the wall
Is a photo of old.
Just hanging for as long
As I can remember.
A man and a women,
One dressed in black,
The other in white.
It is never spoken
Of in the family.
The photo just
Hangs on the wall.
It gathers just dust.
Hanging in a corner,
All by it self.
Upstairs in the old
Bedroom that is not use.
One day I asked
Mom about the photo.
She said, “That old photo,
That is my wedding photo”
Later that day, she moved
Down stairs, to a place of honor.
She cleaned it and dusted it.
Now all that enter this house,
See that photo hanging on the wall,
And I say, “There is a story with
That old photo, let me tell you about it”.
Author notes
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- Family....The good bits and the bad by Dreams27.
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I think you mean she moved it downstairs to a place of honor. Instead of pace of honor.
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aw, an interesting story telling write. Well written.i think theres a photo in everyone's house with a story behind it if only we dare ask those that know. thank you for this write, i enjoyed reading! take care, sam(dreams27) xxx
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