Memories

My stomach plummets,
And I feel my feet sink,
All I have left of her,
A bracelet covered in pink.

I never wear my bracelet,
What if it falls off my wrist?
I fear that if I lose it,
Her memory, will no longer exist.

When dad told me she was gone,
It was like the match that ignited my flame,
Reflecting on that moment,
The fire is lit again...

The flame does not represent anger,
But the passion I know she feels,
The passionate love she has for me,
The bracelet, as round as her old car wheels.

Now instead of my stomach plummeting,
I smile and give a small wink,
For I know she still loves me,
And I love the bracelet covered in pink.