The dainty gold compact
So intricately designed
Holds memories of a romance
From another day and time.
He gave it to her early
In their young courtship days
A promise for a future—
A symbol for his praise.
The years flew by too quickly,
And death came much too soon,
But the memory of their love
In this trinket had been hewn.
She laid the much-loved object
In her only daughter’s hands—
With the hope that love’s legacy
Would continue in God’s plans.
1 comment:
That's nice, Kathy. I'm sure you treasure that compact.
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