Heirlooms passed from heart to heart
No one knowing where it did start
But with every pass it means so much more
Than it did once before
With ever hand that touch
The meaning grows so much
And through the years it has touched many
Gaining memories aplenty
The heirloom has become a friend
But now my turn has come to an end
I now must pass it to a new hand
I hope, the meaning, they will understand
I hope they will hold it close to their heart
Just like we all did from the start
I hope they have a hand to pass
Their holding shall not be last
