My Necklace
By Ella C
As it lies there in all its glory,
Lustrous in the light.
Sparkly like a star on a summer night.
As my mother handed it over I felt the sparkle running high.
The responsibility, the right!
The rush of reeling royal
The rush of feeling raw.
Handcrafted, sculpted for me she says.
The responsibility, the right!
The cold metal brushing against my bare skin.
Sends shivers up my spine.
My necklace, my pride.
I wear it proud, I wear it loud.
My necklace.
My responsibility, my right.
