At the Pawnshop
I was in the local pawnshop
When a lovely watch I spied
Just like the one my mother wore
When she was my daddy's bride.
She lost it in our big house fire.
I remember how she cried.
Mama reminisced about it
Until the very day she died.
I knew then that I would buy it,
I simply could not turn aside.
Daddy never could replace it
Though I know how hard he tried.
The price was truly outrageous
Mom would have been horrified.
My prayer is that generations
Wear that golden watch with pride.
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