HeirloomA Poem by S HEIRLOOM Strands of pearl were given By the lady who was very old The closer I examined them the more stories they told. Three rows of pearls Over her neck which once gleamed Scratches hindered their shine But their beauty still beamed. A diamond brooch clipped them Gave away the whiff of luxury But the blood that'd dried beneath Revealed her husband's fury. The strings weren't taut enough Like often pulled with jerk Caused scandals more than once Luxury comes with all kinds of perks. Her daughters maybe fought For the jewel that wasn't theirs Although she was their mother She chose neither as her heir. In public she was all glamour Adorned with sorts of gems Had all kinds of dresses with silver and golden hems. The lady always dressed up And these pearls were often worn Was treated like a showpiece And all her sentiments torn. When they ran out of riches And had to sell every creamy can She kept the strings hidden From her children and her man. Lying on her deathbed My grandmother said "Come O dear" Took out something from her side And gave me her pearls to wear. © 2014 SReviews
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Added on January 20, 2014Last Updated on January 25, 2014 Tags: Heirloom; heir; woman |