Nana's Heart
Inside soft red velvet
Shiny Sterling Silver
Sparkly and cool to the touch,
A jewelry box
reminds me of Nana's Heart
No music,
No jewelry,
Nor an empty find
Memories open of childhood past and love
For our Matriarch
Beautiful teacher, disciplinarian, and kind
Stored up like heaven's treasure
As a little girl
Our days spent together were
Collected in a jar
As if fireflies
And our nights glowed like moonbeams
Imaginary sand flows
freely from my hands
My yesterday is gone in a flash
All grown up and too old to pretend
My memories sustain me
And
Remind me of way back then
When the world grows cold
These crown jewels of moments
Have me captured forever in time.
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