Hanging on its stand
Meaning so much but rarely used
Handed down to me
My Nan’s necklace lives

When worn it sits close to my heart
Bringing me close to a woman I wish I could have but never met
Having it for as long as I can remember
It makes me feel special to have something of hers

Only small like a ten cent piece
With scales in the middle balancing life between good and bad
Hanging on its chain
All the colour of a silver coin

Although filled with sadness of never meeting her
On occasions when I wear it
I feel as though she is with me
Watching over me to make sure I am always safe, happy and never in danger

I forever wish my Nan could still be alive
Even if it was for a few more years
To give me the necklace herself
As she shares the same star sign as myself



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