Hawaiian Crystal

A museum of precious detail.
A shell carved by perfection.
An echo of drills, pierce my ears,
As I run my fingertip along its smooth surface.

Its rope grasps my neck tightly,
While its cold shell touches my chest.
It has stayed there since the start of me,
And it is still there today.

Its smooth surface is a time machine,
Taking me onto a ship,
Surfing a Hawaiian wave,
Marking in another fragile trip.

Comes from a heart of gold.
Delicately given from my Nan.
Her affection makes it glisten,
no ka mea, me mea’ole e ma’ale’a
For without it would be dull.