My Glass Elephant

Shining like the day I got it,
the only thing that’s different is the coat of dust resting on the top.
Chips and cracks of time.
From my sister to me we can see the changes.
I was young when she gave it to me, with a smile on her face.
It’s as old as a mountain shouting a silent tune.
If I’m sad it will make me feel better. It feels like a cool summer’s breeze in my fingers.
When I hold it, something inside me becomes as bright as the sun.
It plays in the wind, dancing and singing.
It was loved then and it is loved now but it will stay as a happy memory.