He lifted the rusty can…
“I got these rocks for you.”
He could see their beauty.
Me too…ivory sculptures like lentils.
I put them in a shining jar
With myrrh and seashells
And placed them near the lamp with violets and golden leaves.
Company asked,
“Where did you get those rocks?”
“My son,” I said,
Then I told them about the acorn bracelet
He made for me
When he was seven.
Submitted by: Naimah on 04/23/2016
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Greetings Na’imah,
Tears flow from recognition of the selfless love of a child and that bond reciprocated.
Love and Light,
Lesley
I still have the rocks. LOVE to you, Lesley. –Na’imah