The box contained a locket,

And with disbelief I stared.

Why had it been tucked away,

And how long had it been there?

I held it tightly; ran to dad,

To show him what I’d found.

He studied it and marveled,

Though he uttered not a sound.

Then suddenly his eyes lit up,

As memories rushed to mind.

T’ was a gift to mom from years ago,

This locket of gold so fine.

I opened it most gently,

And dad smiled at the sight.

Photos inside of two young sons,

No more than little tikes.

Then a surprise – a girl arrived,

But the locket was full by then.

Is that when it was hidden away,

To never be worn again?

A locket with such mystery,

Left me somewhat stunned.

Then I started suspecting,

An angel was having fun.

Did mom plan this years ago,

And was she by my side?

Smiling as I discovered,

The locket left with pride.

When polished it was brilliant,

This remembrance from my mom.

And once it glistened as if new,

I respectfully put it on.

Now I wear her locket proudly,

And inside those photos stay.

The same as when mom wore it,

Long ago in younger days.