She used to tell me stories
About things I'd never seen,
Places I'll never go
Beautiful landscapes; interesting people
They were the things that fed my childhood
Stories, connected to diamonds and gold
The jewelry I could grasp
Something tangible
to root those stories
I don't hear them anymore
Many only told once,
Hush, a secret
To whisper a name,
The owner of the jewels
She left us, in that far away place
Long before your time dear.
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