Rhymes of the Heart
The Cameo
She wore it every Sunday,
pinned on her very best.
A gift from my Grandad,
before he was laid to rest.
It was such a lovely pin,
to this little girl.
And the cameo itself,
was beautiful mother of pearl.
She saw my eyes fill with envy,
each time she put it on.
She held me in her arms,
said its yours when i'm gone.
I was thirty when she died,
but I couldn't let her go.
Without that lovely cameo,
that set my face aglow.
I pinned it to her sunday best,
knowing that she'd understand.
I wanted her to look her best,
when Grandpa takes her by the hand.
by...
Debbie Rogers
"c2004 all rights reserved
pinned on her very best.
A gift from my Grandad,
before he was laid to rest.
It was such a lovely pin,
to this little girl.
And the cameo itself,
was beautiful mother of pearl.
She saw my eyes fill with envy,
each time she put it on.
She held me in her arms,
said its yours when i'm gone.
I was thirty when she died,
but I couldn't let her go.
Without that lovely cameo,
that set my face aglow.
I pinned it to her sunday best,
knowing that she'd understand.
I wanted her to look her best,
when Grandpa takes her by the hand.
by...
Debbie Rogers
"c2004 all rights reserved