Me, Mother and the Diamond.

Playing in the sand
under my mothers eyes
I found something,

it sparkled like a thousand suns on a clear day
like raindrops reflecting the moonlight
as though smiling shyly at me.
colors...oh the colors
my own rainbow I thought at first.
but it was more than just pretty colours.

I was dumbfounded, reflective

dazed and confused.

how could it be I find something so beautiful,
its radiance, its color,
its touch, its structure

I was in love with my new find,
amazed I was,
but then I am a child.

children are but children,
maybe they really do not know if something is really worth
the admiration I showered upon my discovery now


I clambered from my playing spot
and ambled to my mother

"mother, mother" I yelled in glee
"look what I have..."


My mother looked up,
her eyes concerned,
and saw the light in my eyes
and in my hand.

"Oh my god" she whispered
my child's eyes could not see what she was afraid of
"drop it...oh drop it" said she and I
just stared rooted there.

"drop it...it's a piece of glass"


I wanted to say some, at this time
I wanted to tell it was a diamond... my diamond
It would never hurt me
and that I would treasure it

"Drop it.. the wicked piece of glass"

Maybe it a wasn't diamond
but it wasn't wicked for sure,
How can a pure mind find something impure?

"drop it... you will hurt yourself"

No Mother, this wont hurt me
I found it in the sand
look how bright it glows
look how good it feels

"drop it ... it will hurt you"

No Mother, it was lying like this
forgotten, forlorn
I found it and now it loves me as much as I
I deserve it, Ma
Don't I?

"drop it... it's dangerous"

how could she think I'd endanger myself
but then I am a child
my mind is young and so is my wisdom,
in my mother's eyes,
It will be so,forever.

"drop it... it's not worth it"

if she could see it from as close as I was
maybe she would have said
it was flawless both from the inside and out,
the very thing I wanted to say.

these are things I wanted to say...
these are feelings I wanted to share
with mother.

but then she said

"drop it ...for god's sake..."
"drop it for my sake" said she,
tears in her eyes.

my hand opened... of it's own accord.
the jewel slipped and fell in the mud.
Lost forever, to me.


I wanted to say
I would not drop the Diamond for God.
I may not give up anything for Him

but for you,
I'd give my life, Ma.