All the frames,
Covers the shelves and walls.
Each one carries,
A different memory,
Of a different time,
And place.

From family vacations,
To dead relatives.
Each frame
Decorated in color,
While others are
In melancholy.

Some frames smile
Back at me.
All I can do,
Is replay the memory like
A black and white
Movie in my head.

But no one knows,
What really happens,
When the moment occurs.
There's always an argument,
Before the Click or Snap.

Nothing, but forced smiles.
A forced picture.

All was needed,
Is a picture perfect,
Ready shot or smile.
A photogenic family.
No one pays attention,
Or someone is always cut out.

Just wanted one,
Taken on the spot.
Just wonderful!

However,
There's always the one
That's dark,
Like the Addams Family.
Black and White.
When there should
Be a mural,
Like a royal family.
Bright and full of color.

The picture perfect,
The frame worthy image,
But, that's the beauty of
Illusions in the frames.

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