Circlet of Love

A silvery present for a silvery winter,

An argent bracelet from my

Most caring friend, my mother.

Her meticulous manner etched

Deep within the intricate locket,

Her ardent heart, glowing from inside.

In a box in the drawer of my cupboard,

On my wrist on a summery night,

Reminders of my guardian angel

Sit in the core of my heart.

The locket, empty to the naked eye,

Full of love in mine.

Many jewellery shops may say

That their bracelets are better,

But where is the love?

The zeal? The hope? The glow?

Thousands of bracelets behind

Thousands of glass windows

And yet,

Only one catches my heart.