Saturday, January 24, 2015


By Beatrice M. Hanson

My memories are like jewels
I keep locked in a mental box
Until the hours I’m most lonely
And reach for their luster and warmth.
Pearls, symbolic of the wedding dress,
Rich with creamy lace-
The white rose bouquet-
The glistening three-tiered cake.
Diamonds sparkle like the wine
We sipped with arms entwined
To pledge our life together and
Love forever be kept alive.
The Opals changing color
Like the fountain where happiness flowed
To make our lives the richest we had ever known.
But hidden in the corner,
Covered with remorse and woe
Lies the Ruby red as my lover’s blood

Shed on the battlefield of France
So many long years ago.