The Fish Poem by Hal Caufield

She has a pen perfectly shaped like a fish.
Its flanks stripped crimson, blue and amber,
Shine all the brighter by the glisten in her eyes
As she tells me, it was a gift from her father.
Bought at Lake George when she was just a girl,
And obviously cherish for these many years.
It is just a fish to most, but not to her.
And this makes me marvel all the more,
At the wonder and grandeur of her heart.

In a world full of demands for diamonds and gold,
I do not think she would trade that fish,
Bought in Lake George so long ago,
For a bucket full of rubies and pearls.
Because unlike most, I believe this woman knows,
Most precious gifts are not mined from the earth,
But from the depth and breath of the heart.
Though sapphires and emerald may lose their splendor,
The love in that fish will never lose its shine in eyes.