A face so pure on a body of gold,
Encased in a bezel to be saved, not sold.
A token of love that was worn for years,
On my mother’s neck, stained with her tears.
A gift she received as a youth so long ago,
From her father to her when she was ten or so.
Upon her death, she made it very clear,
That her son was to have it to hold so dear.
So, I now pass it on as well it should be,
To my granddaughter Gianna, to continue the tree.
A day will come when you will wear it with pride.
Your great-grandmother is smiling, right by your side.
Written by Gerald “Jerry” LoPiccalo to his
granddaughter, Gianna, when she was five years old.
The gift was an 1883 2.5 dollar gold piece.
Copyright 2011 Gerald LoPiccalo All Right Reserved
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