They never bought each other diamonds,
rubies, sapphires, pearls or gold.
The only precious things they keep
are memories of days they spent
on golden coasts with turquoise seas
or viewing snow-enamelled peaks;
tangled up in bed;
or simply playing with their children
or dining out with friends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
More to life than jewellery, true words, regards Tom