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 sm