Crystal
with her dear children
she builds castles in white sand -
tiny particles glistening in her hands
her smile is translucent
and like the crystalline ocean
beneath the midday sun
she sparkles
having cooked for us
she brings out delicious food arranged
beautifully on clear glass platters
and from a matching vase
she serves us drinks
pouring out liquid
from crystal
my son’s wife
our newest grandson’s mother
and my second daughter
she is Crystal
Written by andrea dietrich 3/9/14
for the Metaphor: Crystal contest of nette onclaud
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
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