A Vase from India

A large stone slept underneath the busy roads and crowded streets of Jaipur.
It was taken to a village where someone took the stone and carved a vase.

An elephant design stomped all around the vase.

My grandmother gazed at it and decided to buy and care for it with my Grandfather.
It stood tall with pride on my grandparent’s shelf as the years went by.

Then things changed and a horrific accident occurred and my grandfather passed.
My father, now a man took one look at the vase on the shelf and was flooded with memories.

He brought the vase and traveled from home to Australia.

I looked in awe as the swirls of pink danced around the vase

It now stands beside my grandfather’s photos, I miss them so much

Even if I never got to see them.