My Watch
By Lior M
[not published yet]
My watch holds more than just the time,
It clasps the memories of the past
Given as a gift not as a treasure
The memories of my lost turn my eyes to rivers
My grandmas bold, beauty can be seen reflecting in my watch
Its golden strap is hugging me around my wrist,
And its soft, subtle, sight, shines like the sunset
The only piece of her I have left
My watch overwhelmed with emotion,
Sadness and joy it causes within
My grandma maybe gone but my watch holds her memories
Like a time capsule of history
A valuable item might not mean much too some,
But I hold it dearly, like I have nothing else
The thoughts of my grandma
The thoughts of my watch