Them

You went to the dresser and took it out
A box, large at the time like our cats.

Blue with words that didn’t mean anything to me
But to you meant “ expensive.”

When you opened the box you looked at my face
And I looked at them.

I could feel you watch my reaction
But I wanted to see what lied inside Pandora’s box.

There they were, like large blueberries.
They looked like silk woven webs, created by the Siberian butterflies.

“ One day they’ll be yours.” You said
As I took them out of the box.

You said, “ They give off an orah because they are still alive, like my love for my favorite youngest daughter.”
She walked away for things that always talk.

And I, holding the orah of peals to keep my heart filled with love, for I knew, unlike her, they would always be here, and someday mine.