Freda

A precious jewel—natures own hewed art of stone
Her amber color matched only
By her beauty within
The translucent brightness of this gem
Unmatched—another I have yet to discover

The softness of this gem’s glow
Parallel to that of her voice
But her words weighted with love and wisdom
This gem named by the Greeks meaning electric—hers peaceful
Her hugs they comfort like the warmth from a fire

Stones that once housed roaming insects
Her spirit too takes you in—as if you were orphaned
Like her, these gems used to calm and to protect

A natural mother many have
To find the love of another is a gift
Predestinated far beyond this gem known since the Stone Age

Homer too admired the stone
I admire its fleshly equal
Divine mercy surely was granted to me
When time gave me this ambered jewel--named Freda