"The Bible"

I hold in my hands a treasure so rare,
I close my eyes and imagine I'm there,
When she wrote each name with care,
Not knowing with me some day she'd share.


Could she have known what a jewel it would be?
That it would be something I waited to see?
That one hundred years later the Bible I'd hold,
That in it's pages more that God's story is told.


I imagine she was proud of her family,
For what greater gift could there be,
Did she imagine the family to come?
That I would be from the family of her son?


This family heirloom I will handle with care,
So that in another hundred years it will be there,
For my great-great-grandchildren may it be,
A gift they are searching for to add to the family tree.

~ Author unknown ~


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