- Category: Juvenilia
- Written by Jim Dee
I reminisce the time her eyes first shone
my way. She stood alone with only antique
lamps above her head beside dark red-toned
mahogany bannisters, and her hand
hung gracefully with her long, flowered dress--
a hand adorned with many silver rings.
"What peculiar rings, " I thought. I had to let
her know I had never seen anything
so exotic and elegant as these
shining bands adorning every finger.
She told me, when she was young she received
them from her mother--her first baby spoons.
It is the simple beauty of something
old and silver that I appreciate.
I took her shining hand and I still see,
even in my old age, beauty so great
in her old and silver hair, and rings, and wrinkles.