I recall the small oval frames hanging on Grandma’s wall
Her kids
Variants of black
and white to grainy color
The ones she loves,
stretching across two decades
But things change.
Now the photos on the opposite wall sit in large, varied frames
Her grandkids
Senior pictures,
weddings, with her, and without
The ones she loves,
stretching across three decades
And things continue to change
Now one of the girls in one of those photos sits in her office, looking
at photographs of her own
Her kids
Shelves of pictures
of boy and girl, little and big
The ones she loves,
stretching across two years
And she grieves what will change
What will the frames on her desk hold a year from now, or ten?
Her family
How will they look, grow, increase, love, struggle,
be?
The ones she loves, who change in mere days
Things change
And as I look at the photographs that mark my walls,
My little ones,
Variants from
birth until today
I am proud of how
the ones I love have changed
So let things change
And though I will mourn these younger years, and these precious
pictures
My “babies”
I will look forward
to the days when the photos on my wall change
And these current ones serve as
a mere image in my grand-daughter’s memories
And things continue to change.
Grandma’s wall now hosts large black collage frames with new pictures,
MY
kids
A plethora of great-grandkids
where oval frames once lived
The ones I love,
and look at from across my desk
…that is, for now…until they change.
Happy Mothers Day
to all those who share the honor of the role of mother, and to my
little ones who have blessed me with the role!
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