Pretty Glass Gem
I was but a child, walking the streets of Hong Kong,
On holiday, with parents they insisted I went along.
Bored as a child could be in a land of noise, lights no end,
Shops galore all lit up to encourage you to spend.
Kicking over the papers strewing the ground
Saw something shine, bent down, wasn’t sure what I had found
Look Mam I said look at this lovely glass bead,
She casually looked, then took it off me with speed.
Was an emerald she said of the finest hue,
Wasn’t sure who to report this find too.
Report it we did, to the police at the station,
Had to fill in a long declaration.
The end of this story is 5 years have passed,
Returned to me the Emerald* of quality surpassed.
*Since had this Emerald made up into a pendant, gave it to a special little girl, born in May, has me as a godmother. As long as she has it, will never be poor, its value a few years back was £1200.
Green of an Emerald to me is a wonderful colour, followed closely with the mauve of the Amethyst
Ring size t.b.a.
Penned 21 October 2016
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2016
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