Written by Tara Clark
A small little box
So tiny and sweet
Wrapped in a bow
So perfect and neat
What’s in the box
What can it be
The way to discover
Is to open and see
I’ve received a hint
From my loving Great Aunt
It’s special and bright
And bent in a slant
Within the confines
Of this mystery
Is a golden heirloom
My grandmothers you see
A gorgeous ring
That she always wore
Never took off
But is hers no more.
I wear it daily
A source of love
A beautiful reminder
Of my grandmother above