A GEM'S LEGACY

my mind still remembers The day the grim reaper in my house entered and with him the fighting soul finally surrendered gloom and sadness echoed from these who wandered for they thought why, that gem, The brightest all The gem who had been hidden but still shone bright but alas we saw the fall of her light A Buried gem that shone still through dirt. But hope is renewed in the thought that the gem left gifts The gifts of four others just like it Still what hope is there when one thinks of breaking itself there is still hope in the remaining Three Also the fourth lives to tell the Stories But what happens when all stories been told.