You Are My Sunshine
By Kassie M
When Great, Great Aunty Ruth passed
We found you.
Chain good as new, crystal a dented blurry teardrop
Your stories never told.
Your secrets kept secrets
‘They didn’t make fakes in those days,’ said Mum
The crystal must be real, its good quality too’.
Was it a gift politely put away?
Even so it has more meaning to me now.
Guarded safe in the little red jewellery box smelling fresh
Holds countless memories gone, but still alive
Catching the sun
making a rainbow.
Swinging bouncing
Next to my heart.
