Nan's Bell

I am a few months old
Sitting on my Nan,
I notice an object around her neck,
I start to hit it from side to side
And then I realize it is a bell.

My Nan sees I like and takes it off,
And as she gives it to me I shriek in joy.

Now I hold it in my hand,
And it feels like I’m holding the world
As she lets go of the long, black strand
And as I realize it is in my hand,
I play with joy that I’ve never known.

From then on every day,
She gives it to me to play.
Then on the day she passed away,
I had one final play.

After my play I asked my Pop
If I could keep this necklace,
Then he answered: “I’m glad you asked because I could not bear to keep it.”