The Gemstone

The Fallen one, 
Imprisoned in eternal slumber,
Leaving me to surmise the life she left behind,
Everywhere I look there are pieces of broken memories.

She lived a hard life full of pain and regret that she never let anyone see,
Instead, she enjoyed her final moments,
Living everyone around her in tears,
And me, with only a white transparent gemstone void of any imperfections.

It's the words that I don't hear anymore that hurt the most,
Her soft melodic voice now a faded memory,
Yet, holding on tight to the stone makes me feel less alone,
 As if the fear of breakdown and falling apart doesn't cross my mind at all.

I often wonder why she stuck with the insufferable bastard that was my Grandfather,
Perhaps she put up with the pain and abuse to protect her children,
Growing up to have kids of there own, who never visited,
Which I preferred, 
As a child, I wanted to keep her for myself,
To treasure every moment like I do the Gemstone.