The Love of Grandmothers and such

Looking on the bad side the cup was empty, old and tried
The petals of roses dried colorfully whilst resting on its side

An antique china tea saucer and it’s fragile cup lay
Dropped among the wet leaves one cold autumn day

And, there it lain for four seasons, or perhaps even more
Amongst the slimy worms and upon the chilled damp floor

Hidden for a reason, until time had chosen to share
When Molly was a teenager, she discovered the delicate ware

Up she picked it, from the foliage, thus lifting, ever so gently
Dusting off the muddy earth and lifting the leaves intently

From its inner depth fell a key hidden before
And Molly held it to the sunlight examining the signs of yore

“Something is about this,” she thought to herself
Seeking any mysteries about grannies sudden fate

The china cup and saucer soon sparkled with love
The key opened a found treasure box with an emblem of a  dove

And Mollies life changed that day beyond all measures
Her grandmother gave her secrets found within the earthen treasures

By BoJenn ©Dec26,15 All Rights Reserved

The Image was found on A Poets Haven