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