The jewels were there all along.
I just had to dig for them.
They were just disguised as metal washers, tiny pulleys and extra belt buckles.
Recently I was able to go through my dad's garage.
His tool bench. His precious tools that were always off limits to us as kids.
What looked like junk, I knew was not.
It was well organized, categorized and labeled.
I took what I could send home. Bits and pieces.
Washers, springs, little pulleys that were in bins, perfectly sorted.
I saw them as jewelry I could make for my mom and my sisters.
A little piece of my dad that I can send to them.
I hope they like these sweet little gifts.