Silver
By Alichia G
The memories wrap themselves around my wrist,
curls, carves and twists.
The weight is like a dove,
oh, so free, high above.
It stands the test of time
made of something with a metallic shine,
the coolness sends a shiver down my spine.
The jingle is like sleigh bells,
the sounds were smooth as shells.
Each carving a memory.
As I look up to the sky,
the silver sings to me like a lullaby.
A silver gift, as smooth as a pearl.
