February drabbles - 4
She lost the locket when she was a child; her mother never forgave her. “It was Grandma’s,” she said, as if the girl weren’t already more than sorry. “It can’t be replaced.”
She lost her mother when she grew up and thought, “Why couldn’t I find you?” But the young man gave her comfort then, placed a new gold chain round her throat. “Marry me,” he said.
She lost the locket; the gold chain broke. And she knew he too would condemn. But husband found locket and memories and wife, healing all with forgiveness and love, and renewing her soul.
She lost her mother when she grew up and thought, “Why couldn’t I find you?” But the young man gave her comfort then, placed a new gold chain round her throat. “Marry me,” he said.
She lost the locket; the gold chain broke. And she knew he too would condemn. But husband found locket and memories and wife, healing all with forgiveness and love, and renewing her soul.
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