Great Grandma's Watch

Solid gold.
I look into its beauty and think about my grandma.
Once, it belonged to her mother and was handed down to my grandma.
When she gave it to me I stared at her in amazement.
It was cold as I held it in my hands.
It was gorgeous, with a delicate creative pattern on the strap.
Surprisingly, after being handed down through the generations, it was still in one piece, still working.
Quietly, I watch the minute-hand go around and around and around.