Is it a myth that penguins give their partners pebbles from the beach?
They search for the smoothest pebble perfect stone,
To give to their intended as a symbol of their love.
You did that too each time we visited a shore.
You scoured the sands to find the perfect rock for me.
And I in turn would do the same for you
A ritual we instinctively felt.
A necessary task to seal our love.
We’d take them home to our own nest.
From foreign shores around the world
And label them with places we had been.
They fill our home with solid memories
Of treasured times.
A myth maybe but fact that you my love
Are my perfect pebble rock.
(First Published in a Hightown Writers Anthology A Book of Delights 2016)
4 comments:
Kay, I so loved this poem as collecting pebbles was, and still is, a ‘thing’ with me too. I never come back from anywhere without some rock in my luggage xx
I remember this Kay and found it very romantic. I no longer have much of a collection but have always brought back interesting shells and pebbles from the sea shore.
Anonymous was Jennie!
How lovely
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