I walk along the sea shore,
feel the sand between my toes,
search for coloured treasures,
I call them jewels, you know.
Each bauble will mean something
so must be studied carefully,
turned around and felt for flaws;
this one’s a red ruby…
I could swear this is an emerald,
although perhaps a little small.
It holds a binding memory,
of mother’s last May Ball.
I spot what looks like amber,
glinting bright in pure sunlight,
I search for other pieces,
but this one looks just right.
Then I spy a sapphire,
with its certain hue;
a gleaming rock of promise -
reminds me so of you.
At last I find a diamond,
sparkling in the light,
I put my haul together,
and hold them ever tight.
The echoes that they hold for me
ring ever in my ears.
I try my best to raise a smile,
but can’t hold back my tears.
Now homeward bound I’m heading,
the wind blows in my hair,
sea sings a haunting love song
to remind me I was there.
I’ll sit now with my daughter,
share my secrets one by one;
with each fine piece my story,
so the memories carry on…
Joey Christian
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gemstones/
