I lost my grandmother's earring

diamonds to wear

On Easter morning

I lost it

I've got to find it

her Mother's Day gift

from when she was 24

Please, dear God

let me find it

amid the brambles

and entertwined tangles

of that maroon-fibre jungle

before the villain vacuum assaults the floor

No luck...

Mourn

for my naked ear and orphan gem

I still had hope

but cleaning day came

I looked for that earring-

if my hope still held it there

Not there...

My jewelry box is lighter now

and I swear

I can hear that ballerina cry

when I close the lid

10/07/2002

Author's Note: edited, reposted for new reviews. This is a true story too, except ages and holidays where changed to be more euphonious.

Posted on 12/28/2004
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