An antique blue vase sits proudly upon my book shelf;
A gift from my aunt who knew how much I loved blue.
We would shop for hours in quaint little shops
and I would see her tired face smiling with delight.
A hand held mirror of wood and old glass, another gift for
each child, she imparted its value for me to keep safe.
I bought her a lovely cherry wood table with a harp shaped stand
and she loved it and used it for years. In her eighties when she moved in
with her daughter, she packed it up carefully and shipped it to me.
It will always remind me of how dear she was to me.
She used to say, I have always loved antiques, and now I am one!
She has passed on now and I miss her so much,
lovingly, some of her antiques she has passed on to me.