Anchor
By Emma C
The silver white chain dangles pristinely from the carrier’s neck.
The thick silver clasp leads down to the pendant loop by loop.
It is an anchor drifting to the bottom of the ocean.
The white metal beginning to turn golden as the years drift past.
The tiffany blue box sealed with a ribbon as pure as milk,
shining as bright as a star in the midst of clouds.
The repeated loops are rough separately, soft together;
matching the memories it holds.
As warm as a hug from your closest friend,
cold as the thoughts of your sworn enemy.
The meaning is a pebble, size dependent on the beholder.
The object as meaningful as the act of giving.
The feeling of loving and warmth consumes my thoughts.
As perfect as the person who gave it.
As beautiful as the reason it was given.