Mirrors Of

I know at the moment Covid is still spiking, but I do hope that changes in the near future.

Meanwhile I decided to begin introducing some spring clothes into my limited world and realized several Covid consequences.

My jewelry box has been virtually unopened for weeks, or is it months. It couldn’t be for a year, or could it?

And I wondered why.

My treasured items include rings that remind me not only of loved ones, but times long gone by.

I have stopped wearing them during the days, moments and now long months of Covid induced isolation

As I reopen the long closed wooden box holding my treasured items, memories seem to float out instantly.

I remember why I always wore the linked silver and gold.ring during the long days and nights after my Anam Cara’s death.

The intertwined links of silver and gold were a reminder of our united family (the Fabulous Four, and their loved ones,)who shared our path of pain during his lengthy illness.

They kept both their Dad and I afloat until he went to “A Far Better Place.”

The narrow band of sapphire was one of his last gifts. We found it unexpectedly at an estate sate in Orleans, Vt. on our last trip.

Then, of course, there is the simple gold band embracing a pearl. I had asked for a pearl wedding band, but were cautioned about age old superstitions and listened. I have no regrets.

The narrow silver band I do not remove is entwined with silver orange blossoms and diamond chips. It has endured now for seventy years since the afternoon it was placed on my finger.

It has weathered unforeseen storms during the years and emerged intact.

When the lover who placed it on my third finger left hand said adieu, it remained with me, ever a reminder of his love.

I think now I will keep the weathered jewelry box open and begin to wear the treasured items again.

They are not worth an auction at Sotheby’s when I depart, but they are mirrors of yesterdays and reflect love.

It’s time to rejoice and believe the long winter of fear named Covid is waning.