My gift, my need....

Flying from above the hills,
handled with love and care.
Made with soft hands,
the beady string wrapped around my neck.
My hands ran throught the vibrant colours,
the cheery piece with dancing men.
My eyes glossed as I received it.
My mum looked upon me.
Now our memories were in my hands as they flashed through me.
The high mountains and fluffy snow trapped in the beads and string.
Now it's sittting back there,
waiting to be flinged onto my neck again.
I reach back to grab it.
The passed on gift and my need.
Ah! The precious necklace!