Honey colored gem,
a resin relic;
sweet suspension
of past to present.

⠠⠮⠀⠡⠁⠝⠝⠑⠇⠀⠊⠎⠀⠏⠇⠁⠛⠥⠫⠀
⠠⠾⠀⠉⠗⠊⠍⠎⠕⠝⠀⠯⠀⠏⠗⠁⠽⠻⠎⠀
⠠⠁⠀⠏⠗⠊⠎⠐⠕⠗⠀⠗⠑⠧⠂⠇⠫⠀
⠠⠔⠀⠮­⠀⠍⠊⠗⠗⠕⠗⠎⠀⠷⠀⠮⠀⠺⠁⠞⠻⠀
⠠⠮⠀⠍⠁⠝⠀⠝⠐⠑⠀⠍⠕⠧⠑⠎⠀
⠠⠓⠑⠀⠇⠑⠞⠎⠀⠮⠀⠎⠑⠁⠎⠕⠝⠎⠀⠗⠊⠙⠊⠉⠥⠇⠑⠀­⠓⠍⠀
⠠⠗⠑⠁⠡⠬⠀⠔⠞⠕⠀⠓⠍⠋⠀
⠠⠓⠑⠀⠏⠥⠇⠇⠎⠀⠳⠀⠁⠀⠏⠑⠜⠇⠀⠋⠀⠦⠀⠹⠐⠳⠎

It may be only
a little pearl.
But someone
reached out to it
peeping in the giant sea.

Each facet, a surface so resplendent,
Till ground away with endless polishing
To find innate sparkle magnificent,
O’er timeless glow that we’ve been cherishing.

O the eons spent on its perfection,
Dulled easily without the jeweler’s lens.
What gain had from chiseled vivisection?
To scratch the surface with corrosive cleanse?

What value is in diamond edges smooth,
Where lines mark surfaces with precision?
Is natural shine too luminous to soothe,
So we treat works of time with derision?

Hardened we underestimate its glow,
Its care requires the finest instrument.
The process used to make it shine was slow,
But dulls with the pressure of improvement.

If she knows, she's keeping the secret of generations. When she leaves a room, it resonates for her until she returns.

A generosity of spirit unsurpassed and a one of a kind soul.

I'll miss her something serious.