Tuesday, August 24, 2010

A Metaphor

My grandmother has a jewelry box where she keeps a special ring for each of her granddaughters.

She tells me the story of mine, which is hope.
It breathtaking.  Captivating.
The ring.
The story of the ring.

But I know it means death, before I wear its past.

So her jewelry box, is really Pandora's.

1 comment:

  1. a nice idea on her part. Perhaps you will leave a ring to your granddaughter(s) as well