She took a part

   of her heart...

she molded it like clay,

she put the image

in this child that

it would grow one day.

She nourished me and

 watched me grow, 

still molding me with care.

She stepped aside and

looked at me, this

image of her there.

She left everything she

loved to me, her trinkets

and her gold. I placed

them all upon a shelf for

now they are mine to hold.

As I look upon 

my shelves I know my

treasures well, for one day

they will be my child's

and on their shelves will dwell.

There is a box and

it's not made of silver

or of gold... it simply

tells a story of what

a Mother's love did mould.