Poem by Gladwyne Abel Weisser, in memory of her Uncle Arthur Abel, an avid rock hound.
Stones from the river, the earth, and the sea,
craggy and rough; weary and worn.
Vibrant beauty hidden in the depths,
never revealed, until it's reborn.
It took a loving hand
to uncover and polish.
A gift; a remembrance,
our tears to abolish.
A beauty revealed,
our hearts to help heal.
Stones to gems; ordinary to precious
and memories we will always feel.
Love endures and uncovers,
As the stones from the river, the earth, and the sea.
Timeless forever,
in our hearts you'll always be.
