They are the centre of attention, eyes follow me across the room;
no words exchange, just frozen smiles; on a sun-filled afternoon.
I withdraw to my Chesterfield, captivated by many a photo frame,
generations of families simultaneously, begin the staring game.
A handsome man in army uniform, his sweetheart by his side,
age caught up with both of them, one bedridden the other died.
I study and stare at every eye, of our family portrait for a while;
imagine what we were thinking, the day we were asked to smile.
A wedding photo with flower girls, reminds me of the perfect day,
a love pronounced throughout the world, now seems so far away.
The innocence of children, laughing and playing hide & seek;
now they say dad knows nothing, whilst my jokes are very weak!
It encapsulates memories, captured, then left on my mantelpiece,
all pleading to remove those frames, for their immediate release.
Frozen faces on a timeless shroud, are trapped within that glass,
whilst we are left to walk on earth, grow old and watch time pass.
So next time they ask of you to smile, remember what some say;
this golden moment captured, shall be frozen forever and a day.