Tyler DeWriter

Down in the depths, there now rests a gemstone.
In twilight she twinkles and makes herself known.
She catches the light; a star in the darkness.
She is to earth as string is to seamstress: lovely and precious.
Any day, I’d have her over diamonds.
She’s symbolic of wisdom and faith, some say…
and with that, I agree wholeheartedly.
If I had my way, she’d still be here with me.
But it’s not up to me, is it?
She belongs somewhere higher now,
up on the crown of He in the highest…
Yet it still hurts.
I know they say that nothing gold can stay,
but I hate that
I’ve nothing left to give but a eulogy,
in memory
of someone more priceless than gems
could ever be.
I know my heart tends to hide behind iron,
but beyond the metaphors and wordplay,
I guess what I’m trying to say is this:
I miss you,
and I love you, Grandma Ruby.