Locket of Gold

In a locket made of gold,
Remains the child she longs to hold.
The locket bares such an innocent face,
With big round eyes filled with wonder and grace.

In the warmth and safety of her home,
There she sits so all alone.
The tears that flow along her face,
Can not melt that cold embrace.
See the toys as they stand in place?
The child's room, the child's face.
See the mother over there?
On bended knees we hear her prayer.

Lord my God, so dear to me.
I ask but one thing of thee.
Keep my child safe and warm.
Keep my child from all harm.
Show my child that mommy cares.
Give my child the golden locket to ware.

At this time I know I'm wrong,
But why dear Lord is my child gone?
Yes, in the locket made of gold,
Remains the child she longs to hold.  

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