Deep Pockets
"What treasures have you found, dear Son,
As you played in the yard today?
May I just peek in your pockets
To see what has come your way?"
"I found a pearl for you, Mama,"
He pulls out a little white stone.
"Are you giving this to me, Son,
To have for my very own?"
"Oh yes, you can have it , Mama
And I have a lot more to show.
Is this a little fairy wing?
I told Sarah you would know."
"This has come from the maple tree
And the fairy still has her wings.
We'll place it here in your treasure box,
With your other marvelous things."
He emptied both of his pockets
Until my lap was over flowing,
As was my heart with the love it held
For this child with sweet face glowing.
"But where is the dime the fairy left
For the tooth she carried away?"
"Oh I gave it to Sarah, Mama
When she hurt her leg today."
I held him close, this darling child,
Who's heart held such unselfish love,
Who found so much joy in giving
And in sharing his treasure trove.
May this world not ever change him,
For he already holds the key
To the riches men are seeking and
Are too blinded by greed to see.
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