False Memories Framed

Stuck in a photo frame,
A memory with no meaning.
Forced smiles
And feigned jollity,
Captured in a moment
Of quiet between storms
(Both literal and metaphorical).
It sits on your mantelpiece.
Pride of place for a false memory,
So old that you’ve convinced yourself
Of a new truth.
What a great time we had!
You say,
Looking misty eyed,
Through the decades.
Curling at the corners
And slightly browned;
It won’t tell the truth
If you don’t…