My Scorpion

He’s flown over oceans and land,
Trees and mountains,
Rivers and deserts,
To arrive in this new place, Australia.

He is small as a gemstone,
And easily fits in my palm.
But his meaning to me,
Is bigger than I could possibly be.

At night he lies in the dark
Waiting patiently,
Till morning comes so he can remind me of my birth.

His history was long ago,
When pain flooded his body.
Tools whacked and smacked his delicate self,
Until his detail was perfect.

He once was a shop item,
Till purchased as a present.
This present was for my Nan,
And then it was for me.