Framed Love

I need to write a love poem
Of songs and dance and light
For two people I know too well
It is impossible to write

Yet beneath the flood of Bibles,
Sweets and eighteen packs of raisins;
In between the plastic bags
Squirreled for unforseen occasions

He has framed her every piece
Of art not yet bestowed
And it is perhaps through this action
That love can be best showed

(Written for a Poetry class 2008 - for my Grandparents)