In Memory of Auntie Jean

I clasp it around my neck.
Then let it fall down to my chest,
As the sweet smell tickles my nose,
The ocean waves explode.

I dream of her in my sleep,
Slow tears that I weep;
Her soft voice warms my ear,
Like a soft call of a deer.

My necklace is a memory,
Which will last a century.
With a constant jingle here,
My love will be there.