Pearls

The ordinary days go by in seeming monotonous routines
but the pearls shine bright.
I can bury my head in my dark tunnel of past and future,
hood covered eyes and ears muffled.
I can’t see them shining, their beauty and light.

Today I caught one – my boy
kissing his letters and stamps
before dropping them in the post box.
Letters of love and thanks – his pure, no games love.

His Beavers promise later – earnest and sincere,
proud and smiling, my eyes simmered.

The other, a colleague I may never see again
a sudden realisation and connection
I felt loving and loved.

These pearls gleamed, hundreds called me today.
Tomorrow, open your eyes Ellie
open and see the deeper well.