Beads

Beads placed at random, here and there
Beads strung together with smooth little coloured cubes, unevenly placed along the necklace.

The random pattern of the beads, as he jumbled them up
Asymmetrical and smooth like a pebble
Love in every bead, strung together by a string of memories
Small, wooden and colourful beads, pieced together by a string of love.

Its mismatched pattern reminiscent of youth,
And a carefree knot to tie it all together.

Fragile treasures hung on a string, handcrafted by gentle hands,
And bound together by her memories.
Memories of her young are more precious than diamonds and gold
Memories growing old, but will still be forever remembered

Tongue stuck out in concentration, focused on the small holes infiltration.
The string’s too big, the bead too small. Its purpose, his mother to enthrall.

By little and gentle hands this item was made, memories embedded within its very soul
More majestic than an athlete finishing a race in slow motion
Threaded with hope, woven with love, entwined with care, calligraphed with colour,
Infused with life.