My Gold Locket

In my room hides a gold locket,
Currently my grandfather lives there.
There it lay in a soft silk pocket.
I hope my grandpa knows I really care.

My grandpa passed away right before I was born,
I never got to meet this amazing man.
I think of him every day at dawn
Not because I want to but because I can.

To me my locket is all money can buy
It is guarded by strong solid gold.
I try my best not to sigh,
He died because he was quite old.

My item is made with courage, joy and hope
That’s what I think my grandpa was all about.
Without him, how does my grandmother cope?
I really love him without a doubt.

The necklace shines like a waterfall of diamonds in the light.
My tears dance across my face,
And then my tears run out of sight
My grandpa is now in a better place.