Malachite guardian (a necklace from Lourdes)

The fragile chains gathered in my palm,
As if it was alive, but barely even there.
The cold abundant pendant placed,
Silver like the moon, walking at a pace.
The malachite centre, so brilliant it was
Reflected in my eyes, altering the thought.

The grotto at Lourdes, the virgin Mary stands,
The pendant holds holy water, as if in its hands.
Vessel so gentle, keeping it safe
Always looking over, never away.
The malachite centre, so brilliant it was
Reflected in my eyes, altering the thought.

Passed down the family, a gift was given.
Feelings were warm, hearts were risen.
Many years passed, but the meaning shall stay
Never will it falter, to take your breath away.
The malachite centre, so brilliant it was
Reflected in my eyes, altering the thought.