Inside the photo frame, your dead eyes still see a lot,

The unpredictability of human life and its mysterious plot,

Beyond death, within living, you may not physically exist,

in your protected grace that my life still tends to persist.

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You wear the innocence of spring to let my sadness elope,

You shine as warm summer, to give me a glowing hope,

You shed along, tears of rain on gloomy days that I mope,

You are the harvest of autumn, showing my life’s scope,

You are the frozen winter, teaching me all the hardships to cope.

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You are the voice of my thoughts in every wise decision,

Guiding my plans with humility and divine precision,

You are those gut feelings that stop me from doing any wrong,

You are the inner force that helps me stand and stay strong.

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You are the bright entity that eats away all my nightmares,

You are the invisible cushion, enveloping me when I am scared,

You are in the surreal plot of each of my dreams,

Making it easier to live a life of all extremes.

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From Inside the photo frame, your dead eyes still do a lot,

They watch over me, protect, guide, embrace and whatnot,

Beyond death, within living, you may not persist anymore,

But you are my envelope, within which my life still exists.

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Dedicated to my sweetest, dearest, loveliest mommy, my everything!! And to the guiding light, my Nana on his birthday. I do miss you both in the physical realm, but I know you make me feel your presence and grace as my watcher.