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Twenty Jewels




“You smile not, oh my lady dear,
Can I lend some help to thee?
What woes your tender heart,
What sorrow plagues thee?”
“I lost a twenty jewels today,
Great treasure closed on me.”
“I will craft some jewels, cut them well,
And bring them back to thee.
For jewels are my trades, my toys, dear
I will bring many more to thee.”
“Oh, will your diamonds weave some stories,
And dream some rainbow dreams?
And will their hearts beat with love
And their feet play hide and seek?
Their tender hands, build me castles,
And promise futures bright to me?”
“They sparkle bright and glitter right,
But what you ask of me,
This I fear, these twenty jewels
I can’t bring back to thee.”
“Then leave me alone, my dearest friend,
Your jewels bring no joy to me.
And let this pain, this sorrow of mine,
Rend my heart and me.”


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  1. Your talent with words amaze me. Beautiful!

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    1. Thank you Deana. I am really humbled by all the praise and encouragement you give to my posts.

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  2. So beautiful. Just realized, it's very hard to leave a comment when the eyes are blurry from tears. :(

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    1. Thank you Cathy. Healing from such a wound takes long but love leaves behind great memories.

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  3. My gosh, Ruby, this is a beautiful tribute. Truly lovely, and sad, lovingly crafted.

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    1. Thank you Stephanie. I felt so saddened by the tragedy, and then I saw these diamonds and my first thought went out to those kids.

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  4. That was such a beautiful poem. I love when I read stories woven into poetry. Bittersweet. Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write!

    - Ermisenda

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    1. Thank you Ermisenda. I always look forward to hearing from you.

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  5. That was beautifully written. And so differently interpreted. I loved that imagery you created with what is wanted of those 20 jewels.. rainbow dreams, bright futures.. Nifty lines..

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    1. Thank you so much for such positive thoughts on the post.

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  6. My first thought for this prompt took me immediately to Sandy Hook. You probably wouldn't know it by what I ended up writing. I'm glad I wasn't alone, and I'm glad you wrote this, Ruby.

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    1. Thank you Anneschilde. The first thoughts took me to Sandy Hook too and I just had to write it.

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