Discarded, thought lost
One time it meant more
One time it meant more
Presently old and worn
Cast aside in a drawer
Forgotten through years
Its value diminished
Tarnish eclipsing
A once lustrous finish
Stem and shoulder chipped
Bow battered and worn
The latch set corroded
Long since forlorn
Unexpectedly found
Warmth comfort and trust
Held now in her hand
“Keep it safe please, you must.”
My guardian, she
It remains hers alone
She safeguards the key
That unlocks her home
After countless time filled
with false stops and starts
My love tightly holds
The key to my heart
