Keepsake
Keepsake I coveted it Like all the stars in the firmament, air bubbles in Mom’s lead-heavy paperweight Her everyday impatient cautions: Don’t drop it Enough! Put it back, please Mom, who trusted only what she could touch, disliked the unknown rejected the spiritual, yet could manage this: appreciating mystery, contained
My Dad had the exact same paperweight. As a child, I longed to hold it!! Thanks for the memory!! ❤️