Antique Gift
She had once thought of her Grandmother as "antique"
Perhaps because of all the wrinkles and gray hairs
But she was a child then, innocent and meek
And time had not yet put wrinkles on her cheek
But she was much older now and in her "antique" years
She held a pair of earrings in her hands
A gift her grandma gave her many years ago
And one she would present to her granddaughter too
A gift that future generations would carry through
And as she moved back and forth in her rocking chair
Her own granddaughter came near
When she put those earrings in the child's ears
She found herself welling up with tears
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2014
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