Mother, I shall weave a chain of pearls for thy neck
with my tears of sorrow.
The stars have wrought their anklets of light to deck thy feet,
Not in a silver casket cool with pearls
Or rich with red corundum or with blue,
Locked, and the key withheld, as other girls
Have given their loves, I give my love to you;
Faithfulness is a wish to have
Praying in the altar of divine love
I search forth, from dawn to dusk
To bestow the ideals in your heart
To My Granddaughter...
I’ve traveled paths you’ve yet to walk
Learned lessons old and new
The love throbbed deep in his thoughtful mind,
Swung like a pomegranate fruit,
All the time by a strange wind
Of his own heart's drought.
Pearls now wecount and count,
As raindrops fall from the sky,
Pearls of poems fall from mind,
Each poem is a pearl in Jewell,
We dance around
our little flat
Midnight lace and pearls
Shaded the shadow of night;
Dim light across the path
Intertwined two hearts tonight.
With many buds getting morning breeze,
Green stems giggle getting gentle wind,
This beautiful flower looks golden yellow,
Sunshine falling on each petal awakens.