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
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