Little Glass Bottle
I sit on the dresser day after day. Normally I would be collecting dust. But not me, I am
special. I was her gift from him, a husband deeply loved. I was bought in a land far away. He searched through the market and out of a table full of other shiny bottles he picked me. He wrapped me safely in his clothes and placed me in his foot locker so I would make it back to the states unharmed. I traveled by boat and air until I made it home. Each day she passes by, picks me up and thinks of him. I am a reminder of the love she has. The man of her dreams and how blessed her live is now. I am just a
Little Glass Bottle but I am special.