My Rock

Before glitter was glitter

Before stickers, decoupage, Michael’s

It was pink and white and sparkly

A geode

A rock

A stone like no other stone

My rock—smooth, oval, heavy to my small hands

Startled by a slithering leaf dweller, I screamed and threw

My prized possession—pretty, pretty stone

Did I dream it?

Searching, searching—never to be found again

My beautiful rock of white and pink and sparkles

I miss you

Fifty years later

I still think of you