He brought them home from school,
So excited he had made them for me.
He asked me to put them on,
So I tied them around my neck,
With the string they were on.
They were made from clay,
And were painted bright colors.
I told him how pretty they were,
And I wore them that day.
He was in the 3rd grade then.
I recently wore the beads again,
They had always been kept on my dresser.
My son was 29 and I wore his clay beads.
It was the day of his funeral,
And I wore them because they looked pretty with my dress.



Dianne Preston
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