Today's prompt is to write about either a dull thing or a significant object that we own.
This piece of sea glass I found
when you died, its opaque blue-green
the colour of trapped light,
is ordinary, extraordinary.
An artefact from faraway,
a message from the deep.
Solidified lament I keep
as talisman, smooth soother
for the sharpness of grief.
Polished by sand and waves, grit and tears,
the lap of days, months, years...
makes me wonder
will the edges of sorrow blunt too
into something beautiful?
Something to carry as treasure,
a pocket pebble-sized thought -
gift from an ocean of love.