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The Old Bracelet
Though all the storms of these past years,
A small token of a mother’s love remains.
A bracelet sheathed in a thin layer of gold
With solid links that are hard to open.
It may have belonged to her mother
Though I am unsure of the ownership.
It could have been a start of a charm
Or a gift from someone loved for years.
On this bracelet three charms hang
Attached to one end in combination.
Here a small crown less than an inch
Next, a gold plated wing and name plate.
All three tell some story I cannot surmise
Yet, I am drawn to this bracelet today.
On the back of the name plate,
Mother’s name in simple line inscribed
Perhaps others items were upon it
Charms that meant much to her mother
Or perhaps this was all that was there.
My wrist now shares this bracelet.
At the end of my arm before my hand
Three things simply hang in discord:
A striped sweatband of blue and white,
Rainbow beads on white cord, and this.
The significance of all this escapes me.
I’ll wear them for awhile to find
What they will mean to me today
Or tomorrow, time brought them all.
Barry G. Wick