Indian Elephant/Gift from Granddad

Just a glance at the dirty-gold figure
Its bejewelled back almost blinding
My yearning for him only grows bigger
I will the clock to begin unwinding

The twist in its trunk, and twinkle in its eye
Trigger memories that flood my brain
Picking it up, I let out a sigh
His absence, driving me insane

My matchbox-sized gift grants me closure
Its detailed textures send peace
The shimmery red back brings me closer
Briefly causing my pain to cease

With legs and ankles covered in jewels
This side-piece is a work of art
With a pattern creating its own rules
Two could be told apart

Who knew a small gift could mean so much
When given by a lost grandparent
But this gift is near too treasured to touch
My matchbox-sized Indian Elephant