Oma’s Earrings

When my Oma’s life came to an end
these earrings were my memory.
Shimmering gold and ruby red
small hoops that are always sparkling.

She took them on adventures
through the forest behind her house.
Now they’re in Australia
instead of Germany.

They belong to me still shimmering,
not a speck of dust on them.
They will stay with me forever,
stay as my little treasure.