Your seven year old hand
so certain
so sure
so enchanted by what it beholds
Reached into the bowl
filled with rose quarts
filled with amethyst
filled with pieces of moonstone
Your voice pure as silver soul
asked with genuine golden glow
asked with love and life in tow
asked whether you could have the biggest crystal of them all
Arms encircling my neck in embrace
offering the most precious of all
offering a kiss and a hug
offering a prayer to thank God for a Crystal strong and tall
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