A Gift in the Mail

The mail has arrived
The box lies empty on its side
as my siblings gush over
their new presents.
My mother hands me a box
A present for me.
The lid slides off and my smile widens.
Breathe in the scent
of both warm and cold metals.
waiting to be shaped.
I can taste the hard work,
the time and effort that was used.
The necklace’s pendant is a golden ram,
the red neckrope a chain
to prevent it from running away.
The ram is my zodiac animal,
It will bring me luck.
As I slip it on, the cold and smooth metal
rubs against my skin.
I can feel the bumps and grooves of it