She picked up his jeans and gave them a shake,
Her eyes opened wide, she started to quake.
The things that fell out almost gave her a seizure,
Yet she knew that each one was a coveted treasure.
A pen and a toad that he found on the road,
A bee and a rock, the hands from a clock.
A clover for luck and a little toy truck,
A penny, a dime, and a piece of a lime,
A snake and a ball; it was quite a haul.
Some dirt and some string, a hummingbird wing,
The flower of a thistle, a shiny tin whistle.
A little toy gun (oh he must have had fun!),
Each treasured article filled her with awe,
Like the thing that looked so much like a claw,
But the last thing she found made her lose her aplomb:
A wrinkled up note that read, “I love you, Mom.”
Proverbs 31:28 “Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.”