Grandpa gave grandma, a string of rare wild pearls when he came back from the war. They were her prized possession. She wore them all the time, and would touch them with tears when she talked of grandpa. Then she gave them to me.
PEARLS rare stones from grandma adored and so loved her gift on my debut silky, ivory, treasure "nacreous and iridescent" _________________________ June 28, 2016 Poetry/Pyramid Verse/Clarity In A Treasure Box Copyright Protected, ID 16-804-717-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. For the contest, Clarity In A Treasure Box, sponsor, Nette Onclaud Fifth Place
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