Pictures

I gaze upon the pictures
The ones yellowed and frail
I gaze upon the baby
Its sorrow it would wail
My album page is turned
To a toddler girl of three
With her shining blue eyes
A smile full of glee
As the clock ticks
And the time passed
Your frozen smile frowned
You always looked harassed
Because of zits on your face,
Or the unattainable beers
But these problems will
Seem nothing, in a few years
I gaze upon the pictures
When you’re no longer innocent
You’re held back in a brick tower
No longer ebullient
Your eyes are drooped down
Your stony face glaring
You should have had children
And a husband so caring
But with your own hands
You sealed your own fate
You made your life easier
You just couldn’t wait
I should gaze upon the pictures
And find a smile so rare
But when I turn the next page
No more pictures are there