The silver beads of the brooch
Your eyes, your smile,
They dance in the sun.
Made in the shape of an elegant dragon fly,
The last thing I have of her
I will always have her now.
Not worth any money,
But I love the way it shines and reflects her.
That’s more than money to me.
She made me laugh, she makes me cry,
She will live on
In my heart forever
Always by my side
She sang, she baked, she laughed and she loved
She loves me still
Still, in this brooch.