Different

One contains memories,
another owns the past
another is a piece of me
that reminds me of home

One is smooth,
the silk in its touch.
An earthy red,
like the soil of the land.

The second is rough,
like rocks by the seashore.
Its edges jagged,
but the memories sweet.

The last one looks normal,
like every of its kind.
But the only difference is,
I own it and its mine.

Rocks are like people,
we are all different in a way.
and these rocks are something
I will forever cherish