My Golden Bell
By Frangipani L
As I held it in my hands up high,
looking at it with my tiny eyes.
My mother put it on my neck,
It’s the first time I’ve ever got one.
It makes a sound once I shake it,
my father looked at me with a smile.
I looked back at him,
and smiled.
My little hands stopped trembling
inside my father’s warm hands.
Slowly, I pulled the necklace slightly,
and stared at it.
The golden bell was different from the others,
It contained the love my father gave me.
I held it in my hands,
closed my eyes.
It is a special object,
also important to me.
I kept it in my hands,
as I went to sleep.
