Gemoirs

Memories often come to mind through anything that we may find perhaps, collected in a box stowed away as time tick tocks A jewelry box to be exact is what exemplifies this fact and as I muse in reverie I see how much it means to me A tiny , simple band of gold bestowed when I was one year old enclosed in my first birthday card still lovely now, though a bit scarred My first initial ring is there on Onyx, Silver has such flair the perfect thing I speculate for any well dressed boy of eight And then for graduation day a lovely diamond came my way it sparkled so to maximize the gleam of pride in grandma’s eyes I”ll not forget that Tiger’s Eye a Christmas gift, the last goodbye For grandma left us all that year a sad reminder resting here So many gems commemorate the years of love that I restate they shine as if to speak to me reflections of my history The box is full of thoughts renewed but mostly full of gratitude with one to add when I retire I think I’ll buy a Star Sapphire