The Woman in the Picture Frame

This is Sean.
He is seven.
His mother is dead,
And resting in heaven.
All he has left
Are his brothers and Dad
Who’s souls left their bodies
About the time their mother’s had.
They began drifting through life
With no passions or hopes.
Doing what that woman did
Was like climbing a mountain without any ropes.
They did things different,
She never did them that way.
And Although everyone noticed,
It wasn’t worth the heartbreak to mention or say.
Thus the family grew distant
From relatives and peers.
And their once strict and stubborn father
Began to grow ears.
He would listen to the thoughts
That his three sons would give.
And slowly and steadily,
They again began to live.
Although they kept moving,
Their hearts filling fast,
There would still be a space
That remained empty and vast.
When the things they did,
Didn’t seem the same.
They thought of the woman whom they found only in their hearts,
And only in the picture frame.