When you were little
I had to leave you
And go to work
And you would cry
And it would hurt me so bad
That in desperation I would strip off the delicate gold watch
My mother had given me
It had been hers
And our maiden names are wrapped together on the back
I had over wound it outside an exam at boarding school barely three weeks after she gave it to me
And she hadn’t said a word
Just had it repaired
My precious thing
And I would slide it into your tiny, tear drenched hands
“Darling I will be back again, just hold my precious thing for me”
And you would sniff and snot
Into your sleeve
And nod
Leave reluctantly with the teacher
Who would then take the watch
and put it away safely
Still, it would be with you all day
And I never let on
Son
That
Actually
You
Not the watch
Are
My most precious thing
*Together with your brother, I did the same hack with him – he just realized it a little faster.
My Mum used to call her family her jewelry – what a mixed bunch but all proper gemstones and not a costume paste replica among us
I found “our” watch in my jewellery box – the poem was done before I even began to type
My sons
My husband
My precious things
Lovely remembrances!
Now he towers over me and is coming up to his 21st birthday!
Haha, my son is the same. Goodness knows what they put in the water!
Haha I think they’re evolving bigger these days. When he was little he just wanted to be taller than his older brother – guess all that wishing paid off 😂
🙂
Totally can connect! My sons are my treasure <3
Family is everything 😊
Lovely stuff, Kate. Great sentiments to hold.
Thanks Len
Beautiful x
Beautiful and sweet
So sweet, Kate!! Heart melting words. I loved it ❤️💗
Thank you 😊
This is absolutely precious ♥️
Thanks Katy. Family is everything.
Oh I love this! Family is the most precious earthly gifts we have! <3
Yes Cherie and Thankyou 😊