Golden Sapphire

I wipe off the dust from the blue and gold cover,
At one stage, this belonged to my grandpa

The age-spotted page all sleek and velvety,
This object has a complex identity.

All of the crackly, yellowy pages,
Through all the years, it’s been through stages.

Pictures of aircraft flying through the air,
My grandad flew those too, I swear.

Again I look at the blue and gold cover
If I lose it, I will never recover.