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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