These Pebbles in My Hand

These Pebbles in My hand, you see

Were given by a child

Who, while never having met me

Loved me all the while.

With a twinkle in his eyes

And a smile on his face

Asked with all sincerity

Which Pebble I liked Best

My answer was simple, direct and kind

It was honest, sure and true

"The beautiful one that I love best

Is the one chosen by you."

He glanced at his mother

With a question in his eyes

She smiled and nodded

He began searching for the prize

With a gentle grace he sifted

Some large, some small, some simple, some grand

But only twelve of thousands

made it into his tiny hand

Carefully and lovingly

For me, he chose each one

Nothing expected in return

It was a simple act of Love.

My eyes flooded with tears

And my heart warmly smiled

These Pebbles in my hand, you see

were given by a child.