Future Frames

A little piece about dreams...



The walls of my room are not bare -
Not as others I have seen.
Small rectangle memories,
peer from underneath the glass
and remind me of my ongoing past.

Nieces and nephews when they were just born
Old friends that are lost, almost forgotten
Picturesque landscapes from far away trips
Some poses are candid and some from a script

As I sit surrounded by reminiscing
I cannot but help to reflect…
All this is past now - both laughter and tears -
And I wonder what memoirs in subsequent years
Will hang on these walls to help me recollect.

The future is odd –
much too temperamental.
There are so many dreams
that could prove sentimental!

Will there be snapshots of children?
Of many? Of few?
Or perhaps just a cat?
An old lonely view.

Will the pictures be large?
Spread across lavish walls?
Or simply just taped on a small crowded hall?

I sit and I ponder and it’s then that I realize
I could stay here all day without knowing.
I can imagine and wish but in the end all I need is
the future frames to be happy –
that is all I can dream.


-Sarah Cate