The Locket

Holding the antique locket

in her tiny hands

she faced her class

Today was her turn

for Show and Tell

Her face beamed

as she said

This was grandma’s

Grasping the well-worn locket

in his shaking hands

he faced her frail body

Today was his last chance

to say Good-bye

His eyes welling with tears

as he said

I love you, Mom

Displaying the shiny locket

in his steady hands

he faced his young bride

Today was their anniversary

To say he was forever blessed was not enough

His heart swelled with gratitude

as he said

You are my one true love

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