True Diamonds
He comes to me in the first light of morning
Our regular pot of tea brewing on the tray
This morning is different
He brings a gift
He offers me his treasure and I open it slowly
Diamonds,
He brought me diamonds
Strung on drooping strands
Intricate spirals of silver threads
Hundreds of tiny delicate diamonds
My delight is beyond bounds
Together we view them
Reflecting this morning light
Together we smile
It is a treasure he found
A treasure he wanted to share with me
He found a way to gift me with this splendour
A way to keep the gift forever
The spider’s tree-dressing happens overnight
By the time I am up and dressed
They’re gone
With their diamond strands
But my treasure is right here
I have the photographs,
I also have the man who noticed
The man who thought to include me
The man who thought to gift me with this wonder
Herein is a precious treasure
Indeed these are True Diamonds
Photographs © Ken Stanford
Words and watercolour © Denise Stanford
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