Bracelet

How many charms?
I do not know.
They jingle around, playing across my wrist
Heavy, with memories.
The gems of love,
The gems of hope
The stars of everlasting light.
Who dare steal the beautiful memories,
Who dare break my heart.
The baby Emily,
The toddler Emily,
The older pre-teen Emily.
The pictures bore into my mid,
And make their permanent beds.
Given to me by my grandad,
My special bracelet