The Picture On The Wall

There is a picture on my wall, no it is not
the kitchen calendar or the scattered paper
cut out flows blossoms taped to my bedroom wall
It is a picture of a flame a love a husband
that is not new to me, but maybe to you.
He is a love, a hero to me that I will never
forget it seems, not do I choose to forget;
we have been through so much.
How can I forget him
It must be true love. It has to be an everlasting love.
My love is pictured on my bedroom wall.
It is the picture on the wall.

by Fay Poole

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