MARKED PAGE
There was an old scrap of torn paper in a book,
On the page three words underlined, I took a look,
‘Always be True’, underlined and highlighted bold,
I was quite sure there was some story to be told.

It belonged to my gran who had long passed away,
I found it buried in a closet just the only other day,
The book was very old and was called, ‘Sunday Hours.’
The cover was once deep red and arrayed with flowers.

There were stories, poems, hymns and many picture too,
The page most used was a story called, ‘Always be True.’
As I read the pages it made my grandma become very real,
I knew how she thought and how deeply she could feel.

It seemed as if it was a Sunday School prize for a year,
But the ink was very faded, I could not read it I fear,
I’d like to think that when my gran was a small child
That she went to Sunday school and was gentle and mild.

Under a magnifying glass and squinting my eyes,
I’m almost certain that it was grandma’s prize.
I’ll try and always to always be true like on that page,
A motto that is worth having any time, at any age.

M Ann Margetson April 14, 2002