A little white picture frame

One last tear of the wrapping paper reveals a little white picture frame
I run my fingers across the intricate white picture frame
detail popping out like a jack-in-the-box.
I sniff the aroma of a garden
filled with white roses, gardenias and daisies
Each flower with their own unique texture.
It tastes like a rich white wedding cake
with icing so intricately piped.
A gift from my godmother
her gentle voice whispering to me
‘I love you’.
A warm, comfortable, empty bed
to the many memories who have dreamt in it,
smuggled under the protective glass sheets.
The picture frame encases each photograph
with a soft hug.
Still, today, I look at it and smile.
So many memories I’ve had, and so many more to come.
They’ll all be within,
My little white picture frame.