You don’t have to like
Everything I choose to like
I like it like that
©2017 Annette Rochelle Aben
Something caught her eye
She picked up the bit of lace
Discarded it seemed
Could it have been worn
On a wedding dress or hat
For a special day
Perhaps for a doll
Some baby’s christening gown
It belonged somewhere
She felt its stories
Sensing, it still had value
Touching it with care
Held it to her heart
The lace seemed to speak to her
I still have purpose
©2017 Annette Rochelle Aben