My Mother had a locket,

She held it close and tight;

As she in prayer silently

Asked for His love that night.

Remember me and keep me

In thoughts so far away;

That I may be remembered

With care and love always.

Please do not take my locket;

It is closest to my heart;

It keeps me nearest and dear

To those from whom I part.

This locket bears my true love;

A bond to link my path,

That I will always treasure

Until my days shall pass;

A symbol that is carried;

Of moments held with Joy;

In days of true happiness;

A Mother for her child.

1993 © Will George.