It shines like the stars in the night sky,
The chains tingle together every time I move.
The beautiful necklace hangs round my neck,
The cursive fonts in the name makes it sound out,
While the chains repeat around and connect.

The letters spelling ‘Lilly’ sitting on my neck,
Looks as if it was brand new,
Although it was many years old,
Given as a gift from a loving godmother,
Just before she left.

I nurture my necklace, taking care of it.
It sits still in my box,
Wrapped around my pillow,
Waiting to be put on for a special occasion,
To be worn just right.

The silver shining necklace, hanging from my neck,
Or laying in my box,
It can be taken everywhere,
As it is a gem to me,
With all its stories hiding behind the chains.