Locket
One of the fondest
most important
memories of my
childhood was a
heart-shaped
cameo pendant…
a locket…
my mother wore
choker fashion
strung on a black
velvet ribbon
This locket was only
brought out on
special occasions
it held inside a
picture of my
father on the left
and…
her picture on
the right
Both are gone now
And…
now that pendant
is mine
But…
those two pictures
removed long ago
are no longer inside
How I want those
pictures in their
true places again…
Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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