a Poem--- Pearls at dawn

Crushed

 I was in a Poetry mood this morning inspired by the memory of waking up with DW still wearing her pearls.  

  

Pearls at Dawn

I love to think of ladies’ pearls

From dowagers to teen age girls

They come from oysters large and small

White or colored,  love them all

A pearl  necklace around the neck

At weddings or the discotheque

puts faces on a pedestal

soon admired by one and all

Pearl earrings hint at love restrained

Thunderstorm  through window panes

Rings are subtle, understated

Never gaudy or outdated

Pearls are heirlooms to be treasured

Showing us that life is measured

Not by shiny golden toys

but holding life in equipoise

We’re grateful to those who put us here

and pass pearls on with grace and cheer.

Rumer Jane

Crushed,

Love this

These last lines are so full of meaning

Showing us that life is measured

Not by shiny golden toys 

but holding life in equipoise

We’re grateful to those who put us here

and pass pearls on with grace and cheer.

Bless you,

Rumer Jane

ladyzetta

Hello Crushed,

It is very nice hearing from you, you have been missed. Your poem is beautiful. Thank You for sharing it with us. Hugs Zetta 

Dio

Crushed, so good to hear from you! And with such a beautiful poem to treat us out the gate!

Another Day

Crushed - Thank you for gifting us with your talent. Such a beautiful poem and so full of meaning.

toolbeltexpert

Like pearls that are timeless are words well written.so good to read your post.

Stewart