Ode to a Frame
It doesn’t matter that it’s cracked with age,
that bits of the golden gilt is lost,
it is still breathtaking, more so
the closer you get, as you finally realize
that this frame itself is art
as much as the painting
it surrounds.
About this poem
Often, we never see the people behind the people. Those who love us and make us who we are. Ah, but they have such beauty.
Oh, yeah, it can be about old frames too.
Tom
Quarry House 
Tom,
I begin my mornings reading your poetry and looking at your beautiful photos. It is one of my morning treats. God bless you for bringing this special joy into my life.
Jim Brown
Thank you so much Jim!
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