General Poetry posted July 21, 2021

A gift sent to my sister by her grand-neice-a rock with love

The Lucky Rock

Just days after receiving her lucky rock,
She returned home from her hospital room.
After fifty-three days to hell and back,
With her arm 'round the strength of her husband,
She slowly walked from one stall to the next.
She cooed softly and spoke to the gentle mares,
Stroking each velvet muzzle then scratching an ear.
So grateful to touch again,
The precious pieces of her life.

Hearing that she was home, her grandniece cheered,
"I knew it," she shouted, "My lucky rock worked!"
"I knew it would, 'cause when I first sent it,
My love was still on it,
And it went into her and made her get well.
So now, she told me, when she holds her rock,
She feels that she and I,
Are holding each other's hands."

A passive participant in this tale,
I am moved by the innocence,
And the healing power,
Of the pure love and faith of a child.

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