The Opal Stone

The Opal Stone

A Poem by butterfly

Reminders of life pass my eyes
I was barely awake but in this new january day light
He gave me things to realize
I have been alive for a long time
42 approaches the birthday looms
The day I evolve with pokemon powers
I made this lap around the sun it feels good
As usual I was happy to hibernate away the hours
My phone rang and rang as Somi's Anymore song sang
My sister said we are at the gate its time to party for an early birthday
I came out and greeted the people
A lot of mixed emotions were stirring internally
I was happy to see my nieces and nephew
He is my birthday mate
I will always be glad to celebrate this way with you
He picked the cake and most of the food
we played our family poker game known as 41
We taught my niece how to play
My mom had found my sisters old piggy bank of white ceramic and lovely flowers
I know all those unknown sounds was a way my father told me he was around
He came and haunted  us for he was the one to give us a ceramic piggy bank
i told Jayden he could have mine to break when I am gone
He said wait when you go home or when you are dead
We were already at my house so I told him when i go up in my balloon house
Now on my fingers sit a ring from my father, a ring he gave to my mother
who then gifted to her daughter
For the first moment of a new year
I feel less alone
I couldnt find the love of my life
Yet the loneliness is blocked by the opal stone
the one on my finger
making memories linger
So when you see a single girl dont pity her
the best people are free
i am reminded by the opal stone my papa gave to me
as an early birthday gift so 42 I am ready
there is no more loneliness dwelling in my home
My guarding powers lie in the opal stone

© 2022 butterfly


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Added on January 10, 2022
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