Marie and Charlie,
Mother and Father,
Grandma and Grandpa,
Yet I gaze upon a photo,
Black and white,
Torn with folded corners,
And a crease down the centre,
Youthful grins and life in their cheeks,
Not a trace of parenthood,
Not a trace of responsibility,
They're just...people.
Could even look unwelcoming,
Could be misjudged as cold,
Yet a job as mother and father,
Warmth comes with the title,
You adapt, become someone else,
Change, who knows whether it's for
the better, and the couple fade,
The couple become a family.