After being reminded of our Mother’s birthday,
I remembered the Mother’s ring she was given by us all
on some occasion I do not recall.
I do not know what her feelings
about that ring
but I do know mine.
I remember growing up
how all the stones were arranged
in a way that would make anyone think each stone,
right to left,
were not placed in order of birth.
September’s sapphires placed at either end.
The first was a son.
The last was a son.
Both turned out to be the daughter’s emotional rocks.
Always looking at the sensibility of living in a family unit
not having the emotional outbursts
that rocked the boat of our clan.
They have learned
if they walked away long enough…
all would be well when they returned.
Next to sapphires is the garnets.
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