My Earrings

They fit in your hands
The size of
Peas

When out in the open
They glint in the sun
An open book open to all
They follow you whenever present
And bring compliments to ears

On lazy cold days
Curtained strands shadow them
Masking them away
They are a military operation
A secret worn by many

They’re old veterans
Though easy to supersede
They are irreplaceable
So full of memories

They’re a precious treasure
Their origin unknown
A gift from here and there
From them to me