My paperweight
She was just 4 years oldPlaying on the beach
Look grandad, a face
The pebble smiled at me
She asked me if it was "precious"
I told her it was
16 years later I smile at the pebble
She has no idea just how precious it is
Now my paperweight
Better than any photo
It will last forever
But for the time being
My paperweight smiles at me
Poetry by JohnJohn
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Written on 2016-02-02 at 21:33




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