Citrine

My mother use to tell me that she had the ugliest color of birthstone, While she adored my month’s gem, an April beauty that was known. I grew up thinking that November babies were particularly unlucky, Given how she had a vast indifference and beheld her own as mucky. Unknowing that this merchant stone embodied the love of my life, The blonde bead became a symbol for both my mother and my wife. The gleaming sun incased would soon illuminate the depths of my soul, When these two transcendent women, lift me up and help me seek my goals. All luminous qualities this amber crystal is said to possess, Go forth with prosperity and confidence, in love we shall transgress. As motherly mineral quartz relays to me messages from Mercury, Please, won't you keep whispering simple, sweet nothings for all eternity. —————— Date: May 7, 2019 A Tribute to a Precious or Semi-Precious Gemstone Poetry Contest Sponsor: Line Gauthier Poem Type: Rhyme