International Friends

The happiness that rushes through me
When I look into your pearls,
Is the same happiness I felt
When I bought you with the girls.

A flood of memories splash in my face.
How does it feel to hold so much power?
So much life hidden in you,
In every delicate tiny flower.

Although your shimmer fades,
And you are barely worn,
The connections you create across the globe
Can never be broken or torn

So as I fasten you around my wrist
Which seems to not have grown
My International Friends from Italy
Are right here in my home.