Crystal in the Wind

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Poem about the loss of a child's new crystal

Crystal In the Wind


It was the eighth anniversary of the day I was born

For a sort of celebration I woke up that morn

I was taken to the market where I wanted to go

And it was there I first tasted of heartbreak I know


It was a lovely morning in the middle of Spring

The birds there were out and the town was a hopping

The world was happy and that day it was mine

I could do what I wanted with a very small fine


I wanted to purchase on this special day

A pretty crystal carving that was shining that way

And I went to the store where the thing was for sale

Bought it for a fine price on the hail


It was my lucky crystal, my finest new treasure

Just holding it gave me a great deal of pleasure

I could not help but feel this rock and I

Were destined to go on through life low and high


The very next day I went to a house

Called a cabin where inside was nary a mouse

I had with me my crystal from the day before

And I expected that I would have it on the day after.


But oh, I was wrong, for in that house on the lake

That pretty rock crystal did of me forsake

And although I looked hard for it in vain

I could not find and wept in deep pain


For the heart of an eight-year old that had scarce known grief

The loss of a crystal was my first true repreif 

I was in tears for hours and though I should never feel glad

And for a long time the sadness remained to feel bad


It was the twenty eight anniversary of the day of my birth

And I had forgotten the crystal that was lost to the earth

I was at a cabin for a business type job

And I sat on the sofa and did not utter a sob


I had not quite forgotten the crystal I’d lost

But for me it was long a grief in the past

In many years many other griefs had come

And of those I had felt I would never succumb


But that night again on the day I was born

I suddenly thought I’d not been forewarned

I reached beneath the cushions and low and behold

The small rock crystal from when I was eight years old 

Submitted: October 15, 2014

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A poem!

Sun, October 19th, 2014 12:34am


Yep :) I wrote it years ago

Sat, October 18th, 2014 6:36pm

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