Small Antiques
by Miriam Ulinover
Once there were three girls as beautiful as gold,
who bragged about the rare antiques each of them possessed;
“I have a flowered head scarf”, the first said to the others–
“embroidered with cross stitches by my own grandmother.”
“I have a jeweled needle”- the second proudly stated–
“from my great grandmother with small diamonds decorated.”
Only the third girl laughed silently with pride,
And quietly opened the door to an alcove inside;
“The dearest small antique of all, is mine alone, right here–
my great grandmother herself of more than a hundred years!”