It's the day chosen to hold the estate sale,|
selling everything to ready the house for listing.
Item after item sold, the day is going quite well.
Emotion tries to overcome...the daughter is resisting.
A stranger now approaches, with cake plate in hand.
"This is priced at $10. That's way too much.
Its metal cover has dents. There's a chip in its glass stand.
What do you think it's really worth - all dented and such?"
Thinks the daughter, "Through all my childhood years,
this cake plate was a source of constant sweet delights.
I remember coming home from school just as cake appears,
Mother smiling and waiting – one of my favorite sights!
Even though it wasn't very expensive when new,
it always covered treats baked with Mother's love.
A memento of my childhood days and love I once knew,
what 'worth' might Mother suggest, watching from Above?"
Tears burn her eyes, now stream down her cheeks;
emotion chokes her, making it difficult for her to speak.
In a barely audible whisper..."For $5 it's yours to keep."