In the frame, a picture of my late father dear,
Memories of joy, love, and laughter clear.
Some brought a smile, some
a tear,
All reminding me of times
so dear.

A frame of nostalgic memories, a tale to tell,
Of a father dear, his spirit swell.
Some moments bright, some tinged with sorrow,
All captured here, to never borrow.

In a frame of gold, a memory
so bold,
A picture of my father, young and old.
With a twinkle in his eye, and a heart of gold,
He held my hand, and our bond never grew cold.

But now, as I look at the frame, so grand,
I'm filled with a sadness, a longing so bland.
For my father is gone, and I miss him so,
But his love and memories, forever I'll hold.

The memories of him, so dear and true,
Bring a smile to my face, and a tear or two.
The laughter we shared, the adventures we had,
Are etched in my mind, and forever will be had.

My eyes, weary from life's fray,
Find solace in this frame today.
The laughter, the tears, the joy and pain,
All etched on my heart,
forever remain.

The picture's colors, vivid
and bright,
Bring back the past, with all
its might.
I see him young, full of life,
With a smile that lit up the strife.

The memories dance, a kaleidoscope,
A mix of joy, and
heartbreak's scope.
Some make me smile, some make me cry,
All part of life, as they pass
me by.

The good times we shared, the laughs we had,
The memories of him, so glad.
The funny moments, the
silly faces,
All etched in my mind, in
their places.

But then, the sad moments too,
The tears I cried, the
heartache true.
The times he was gone, the pain so real,
The memories of him,
oh so surreal.

A frame of nostalgic memory, oh so divine,
Held a picture of my dear father, so fine.
Memories of joy, and laughter, and love,
Echoed in my heart, like a sweet, gentle dove.

As a white dove, I soared on wings of grace,
My father's love, my heart and soul's embrace.
He taught me to fly, to soar with the wind,
And to always remember, he'd be with me until the end.

Holding my fingers, he guided me through the sky,
With every flutter, I felt his love shine bright and high,
He showed me the beauty of life from up above,
And in his eyes, I saw a love that was true and pure and of.

The wind beneath my wings, it carried me away,
To places new and old, where love would always stay,
And though I may stumble, or lose my way,
My father's love would always find me, come what may.

I spread my wings, and let the wind take me,
To where the horizon
meets the sea,
And though I may soar, I'll always remember,
My father's love, my heart and soul's forever.

The memories of him, so dear and true,
Bring a smile to my face, and a tear or two.
The laughter we shared, the adventures we had,
Are etched in my mind, and forever will be had.

His eyes, so bright, & his funny smile, so wide,
Bringing back the days, I'd hide and hide.
The way he'd play, and dance, and sing,
Making my heart sing, with joy that clings.

His smile, so wide and full
of cheer,
Could light up the room, and banish fear,
A laugh so contagious, it could bring us near,
And make our hearts fill with joy and glee.

His dark hazel eyes, so bright & in piercing brown blue hue,
Like the ocean on a sunny day,
Reflecting the depth of his
love for you,
And the joy he brings, in
every way.

His smile, so wide and
full of grace,
Even when he's lost in
serious thought,
It lighted up the room with a warm embrace,
And brings back memories of days we've sought.

The way he'd play, joke, dance, and sing,
While cooking on weekends for his kids,
Was a delight that brought
us wings,
And made our hearts sing with glee and bliss.

Oh, the memories of those fun-filled days,
When laughter filled the air and love was the way,
Bringing back the joy that
never fades,
And the love that will
always stay.

My eyes now roamed over the picture, day after day,
Reliving those moments, in a loving way.
The laughter and tears, the joy and the pain,
All mixed together, like a heartfelt refrain.

My eyes roam over the frame,
One last time, before I
start anew.
The memories etched, forever the same,
A treasure trove, a legacy
to claim.

The joyful memories of my father, oh so bright,
Were now frozen in time, in this frame of light.
I'll cherish them always, with all my might,
For they are a treasure, a
true delight.

But now, he's gone, and
I'm alone,
Left with just this picture frame, as my own.
The memories linger, oh
so strong,
And in my heart, they'll never
be wrong.

The picture in the frame, a window to the past,
A reminder of love, that will forever last.
My father, oh how I miss him so,
But with this frame, his memory will always glow.

My tired eyes roamed over
the frame,
Before I started my day, the same.
The memories of my father dear,
Forever in my heart, always near.

His laughter and his love, they lingered still,
In every corner, where we'd sit and thrill,
The intriguing stories he'd tell, with such glee,
Were etched upon my heart,
you see.

A treasure trove of joy and cheer,
A love that time cannot sever,
My eyes, like weary wings
did roam o'er the frame, with heavy sighs,
Before I started my day, with sorrow's stings.

I'll cherish these memories, all my days,
And keep them close to my chest, in every way.
For though my father's gone, his love remains,
And in my heart, his
spirit sustains.

So I'll hold on to this frame,
so dear,
And the memories it holds,
so clear.
For in it, I'll find comfort
and peace,
And my father's love, will
forever release.🕊️



© Aneemkp