Her Pebble Poem by Elaine Cusworth

It's on my shelf; her photograph is also there and beside it
in a small glass tube, a golden lock of Heather's hair but the pebble has
a special place. She collected it for me, on our very last adventure that
we shared beside the sea.
She found it; we were walking barefoot on the sand. She picked it up
and pressed the pebble tight into my hand. "Keep it mummy and when
you feel sad, think of me and remember this special time we had."
And here it sits upon my shelf; beside her smiling little face and
when my days feel cold and drear, I hold it and she seems so vey near.
I smell the sea and feel the beach and though she's always
out of reach, her voice is in my ear.." Keep it mummy, keep it
safe. Look after it for me and when the right time comes around
we'll throw it back into the sea."