On my bookshelf sits a precious gift!
It may not look like much to you,
perhaps all you see is a piece of rock,
a piece of junk maybe?
But it is very precious
because of the gift-giver.
You see my oldest grandson ran into his bedroom one afternoon
to get a present for me
from his shelf of special things that he has saved
and this is what he had in his hands.
His mother saw a piece of rock...
...but I saw something that was precious and special to him
and he was giving it to me.
So it got a place on our bookshelf for all to see
and a special holder so it could be stood up.
And every time I look at it
Because it was from my grandson
...and it was a very precious gift!