Opaque white pearls
And yet they shone like diamonds
A dainty piece of jewelry
That is where it all began
At the dressing table she sat
Powder puff at the ready
First one cheek, then the next
A saintly face emerges
Long hair she began to braid
Black then silver strands
always forming a pattern
ever beautiful
Once ready,
glasses on her nose
she turns and smiles
A movie star!
Alas! where was the second earring?
In reply, she said
Haven’t you heard
It’s the trend nowadays
A giggle escaped my lips
for I knew, she had lost it
Just as I now, have lost her
Still, the memory will linger on.
That is a lovely poem, I will be visiting my Grammy next week, it's been months since I've seen her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice description, a sweet memory and sad sentiments have made this poem wonderful.