"Family Heirloom"A Poem by ValentineThis is what happened not long after mom passed away.. "Family Heirloom"
It was a small old family heirloom,
Of value perhaps...only to me.
I found it in one of the rooms,
So small, it was hard to see.
Others had came and went;
And took what they could find.
All of any real value was sent
To others...with riches in mind.
I was the last to walk through,
The house...that once was home.
I had not come for treasures from you;
This was our family home that I did roam.
I looked at the walls of forgotten things,
Old clothing and old pictures as well.
Things that would no money bring;
Even in the big family yard sale.
Looking at your hanging clothes;
Old slippers and other finds.
With tears in my eyes... I arose,
To the mess...others had left behind.
Then looking through an old dresser drawer,
In an old yellow envelope lying there;
I found more than I was looking for,
Golden locks...of my own baby hair.
It was wrapped...so carefully,
And written was just one line;
This is my darling daughter's hair;
Isn't it...precious and fine.
This is a true story of when I lost my mom.
Valentine © 2009 ValentineReviews
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