It wasn't an ordinary gift; it was a ring she
believed made her a pirate.
(Something she aspired to.)
The ring sang to her about ocean breezes, blender drinks and sun.
It gave her glimpses of a better way...a way without anger and pain.
The ring eliminated death from her life.
Helped her to feel brave in the face of it all.
The stone was close to six carats, oval and cushion cut.
(Even the cut was romantic.)
It was destined to become a family heirloom, the subject of
many great tales...pirate tales of hope, love and adventure.
Tales of deserted islands, tropical flowers and colorful birds.
She loved the ring.
Besides, blue topaz is the exact color
of her mother's eyes...eyes she'd never truly been able to
describe but which were jewels in her heart. Eyes that have
danced thru the pages of poetry more than most.
Crystal clear blue, sparkly and pure.
The ring was a gift from her mother who gave the ring
against her better judgement....(mom wanted it too.)
She was thirty-five.
She had finally become a pirate.
~written for my mother after my 35th birthday. She really did give me this magical ring and it is truly the grandest ring I've ever seen.
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