Frames

Oh, these frames on our walls,
Windows into worlds beyond.
Snapshots in time, of our thoughts,
Raindrops in oceans of droughts.
Of tales that were told with a drawl,
Stories played out to enthral,
A child’s first crawl.
The first pencil scrawls.
A holiday snap.
That infamous nap!
The baby at peace on her mother’s lap.
In million hues, monochrome blues,
Sepia tints and pastel hints,
Moments, dreams, pains and gains,
Captured in myriad enraptured frames.
Luring every peek into a gaze,
To moments gone by; hung in space.