A Photo Frame

On the wall, there hung high a photo frame
Of a delicate, young girl similar to my age;
Beneath her benevolent smile hid her pain,
Motionless, she stood confined in her cage.

Presumably, her age may be beyond
My elderly and wise grandmother’s;
One must be lonesome, unable to respond,
Always staring endlessly at the chambers.

It seemed as if her bliss had banished
As rivulets of sorrow melted gradually;
All which she ever had had diminished,
Nevertheless, she smiled seamlessly.