The Golden Ingot

The shaven headed girl
And the long haired boy
Best friends for a year
A lifetime
He sits by the fire telling of their childhood adventures
While the new generation of children sit and listen
Awe struck
Mesmerised
“But what happened, Grandpa?”
“Why didn’t you marry?”
“Maybe they did.”
“They couldn’t have.”
“Where is she now?”
“Does Granny know her?”

Grandpa Elijah lights this pipe and sits back in his rocking chair
He pulls out a golden ingot
Inscribed with hieroglyphs
“Some stories will never be told…”