"Once there was a mother and child alike,
They travelled the world,
Exploring earth's greatest sights,
Too soon the mother had to leave her child,
She was not ready, too little, too mild.
"Don't leave me mother!,"
She cried out in a fit.
"Don't worry my child, I've left you a gift,
The rarest of diamonds,
The most precious of gems,
The gift of Jewel,
None can comprehend."
"She will guide you through harsh weather and storm,
She will be there to keep you warm."
Her beauty was undeniable,
That much she could say,
Inside and outside,
It was the same both ways.
Her smile put an end to the saddest of days,
It was a shame that she could not see,
The courage inside her,
Struggling to get free.
She was a person of many thoughts,
She always cards and never stopped.
She was hurt too many times before,
The child was determined to change this once more,
She found a silver lining to every cloud,
And taught the child more than she was allowed.
But there were nights when even crystals turned into stone,
Those nights,
She cried to herself, alone.
She needed to know that the child would always be there,
She wouldn't leave,
She wouldn't dare.
A sacred oath,
Never to be seeped,
"forever and always."
A promise they planned to keep."