by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown
It was tarnished and old with a broken clasp.I tossed it into the drawer.Why did my mother give it to me,and what would I want it for ?
She said I liked it long agowhen it was shiny and new.But why she thought I'd like it now,I really wished I knew.
The years passed by, and my little girlwas going through my things,slipping bracelets on her armand trying on my rings.
"What's this?" I heard my daughter askas she held it for me to see."Why, it's just an old locket," I replied,"that your grandma gave to me."
"Oh, Mommy, isn't it beautiful?It's shaped just like a bookwith pages you can turn insideand pictures... Oh, look, Mommy, look."
I saw it then through a child's new eyes,what I should have seen from the start,the reason my mother treasured it soand wore it close to her heart.
Now when I'm tempted to look at the surface,discounting what's broken or old,I think of the locket all tarnished outsidewith an inside of purest gold.
It was tarnished and old with a broken clasp.I tossed it into the drawer.Why did my mother give it to me,and what would I want it for ?
She said I liked it long agowhen it was shiny and new.But why she thought I'd like it now,I really wished I knew.
The years passed by, and my little girlwas going through my things,slipping bracelets on her armand trying on my rings.
"What's this?" I heard my daughter askas she held it for me to see."Why, it's just an old locket," I replied,"that your grandma gave to me."
"Oh, Mommy, isn't it beautiful?It's shaped just like a bookwith pages you can turn insideand pictures... Oh, look, Mommy, look."
I saw it then through a child's new eyes,what I should have seen from the start,the reason my mother treasured it soand wore it close to her heart.
Now when I'm tempted to look at the surface,discounting what's broken or old,I think of the locket all tarnished outsidewith an inside of purest gold.
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