There is a photograph on my desk that I love
It sits in a silver frame behind my makeup.
I’m not sure when it was taken
But it is in black and white.
It’s my grandmother when she was a child.
Her father took it
And it is one of my favorite photos of her.
She is innocent in her face and
I image the bow around her hair is green
To match the trees in the background.
She hated that photo and I never understood why.
I guess it’s because people never like photos of themselves
Even if it is a beautiful photo.