Charm Bracelet

Sneaky memories flash back
from Mum’s polished jewellry box.
Silver like the full moon hitting the ocean
blinding me with beams of hope and love
Clink, clink, swinging and clinging.

My proud godmother handing me the bracelet
like a proud doctor handing a first child to a couple
small and innocent yet overwhelming with power,
Head up high as I walk into the room,
melodies of gasps and jealously fill the air around us.

Desperately playing with the turtle charm
trying to enter it’s world of the sea,
two ballerina’s hang from the chain
reminding me of my achievements.
Music notes, my background, my history, my family,

Tears cover the bracelet more than silver does,
From around the world, my grandma’s memories
My charm, Saint Mary, blesses my grandma in a better place,
memory floods back like a tsunami
each charm like space debris soaring through my soul.