Framed
I framed the paint-by-number
seascape.
I framed my certificate of merit.
I framed the wallpaper
torn from our bedroom.
I framed the only photograph.
I had of you.
And now I’ll frame the story.
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This poem is compact, quiet, but carries weight and power.