I lay across from
the frame resting on the shelf
just as I always do
this frame holding
the only photo I own
of my mother
its colorful lines
designed like
crayon scratch
next to each other
shaping to form
the words
I LOVE MY MOMMY
I remove
the picture it holds
replace it
with the one
Daddy has gifted me
of this new woman
I will tell him
there is no reason
I will tell him
it is just a frame
any good picture
can be placed
inside it