Aunt Evelyn’s China

Written by Lisa DeVinney on . Posted in poetry

With loving hands and careful strokes,
She painted each detail;
For her best friend was getting married,
And she wished her well.
 
And though she had begun to feel
Like an old maid, herself,
She wanted her best friend to have
Some china on her shelf;
 
And not just any china,
But the best that she could find;
To which, with her own skillful hands,
She’d add her own design.
 
When she was finished, there was not
A lovelier set e’er seen.
Its artwork was exquisite,
As if painted for a queen.
 
But then, as fate would have it,
Her best friend soon passed away.
And unused, on a lovely shelf,
The painted china lay;
 
Until, quite unexpectedly,
As ordained from above,
Our painter saw a widower,
And they fell quite in love.
 
They married, not long after.
And each time they sat to dine,
She’d serve him on the china
That his first wife left behind.
 
And there was no set finer;
For this one was made with care,
By hands that still remembered
Every line they’d painted there.
 
She’d done the very best she could;
And now she reaped with pride
The fruits of her own labor
That had taken love and time.
 
We don’t always so clearly reap
Exactly what we’ve sown,
As my aunt found the gift she gave
Become her very own.
 
And yet, this lesson we’ve all heard
In our hearts we should keep:
That what we sow, we’d better like,
For that’s just what we’ll reap.
 
“Do not be deceived, God is not mocked;
for whatever a man sows, that he will also reap.”
Galatians 6:7 NKJV
 
 
©Lisa DeVinney, February 2011

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