The pictures have outgrown their frame
prisoners
a mind game
they remain the same
No one's to blame
that baby Suzi's now a dame
and little Jimmy a man became
Now as mug shots they hang on the wall
convicted
and sentenced
to forever be small
In toddler's cloths they are confined
behind the bars of a mother's mind
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: September 11th, 2026 03:40
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definite fav
Thank you so much my friend it is most appreciated.
most welcome
What a clever and poignant piece, my friend. Those photographs preserve something precious, but they also reveal how easily parental love can hold an adult inside an identity they have long outgrown. This really lands. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you my friend for the read and understanding. Yes it is hard to let go even when evident to everyone else. Appreciate it Tristan
These final lines sound like a lethal lullaby...
Thanks Lorenz a life sentence with no possibility of parol
There are worse places to be. My mum's mind is very clean. She's a very innocent 84 yo mother of 6. Not sure how she managed that.
I'll have to move out sometime, but until then it's a comfy place to be.
I liked your poem.
Thank you my friend some parents are able to see their children grow and still nurture others bind them with the past. All the best my friend and your words are most appreciated.
Good write SB.
Your review is appreciated as always my friend
I suppose with camera phones now, the photo album has gone, which is a shame.
Did like the black and white photos, they showed charactor.
Thanks so much for the read Paul it is appreciated. Actually I preferred the old sepia ones from the turn of the nineteenth century.
Yes it's understandable why a Mother would constantly look at Photos of their Sons, Daughters when young. To try and take-in the Passage of Time.
And finding it hard to Let Go of those times.
Well said.
Thank you Kevin for your review and comment. Always appreciated
My Pleasure.
Memories are found in those old photographs soren and can bring such joy to us.
Andy
Thank you Andy for the read and comment they are appreciated my friend
What a coincidence. September 11th was my birthday.
Thanks so much for the review and comment
a great poem about family photos of children who are now grown...well put!
Thanks my friend for the review and comment it is appreciated
Cool...and her couches have that plastic wrap..
With patterns of twenty years ago
Thank you boot for the read and comment it is most appreciated
A beautiful and bittersweet reflection on how we hold on to the people we love in our memories. The image of grown children remaining forever small behind the bars of a mother’s mind is especially powerful. It captures the tenderness, nostalgia, and quiet sadness of watching children grow beyond the versions we still carry in our hearts.
Thank you Soheil for the review and interpretation that corresponds with the intent. It is valued my friend
Thank you, my friend. I truly appreciate your kind words. It was a pleasure to engage with your work.
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