Suspenders

An object, an item, a thing, which has stories to be told.
Stretchy, purple, long, each memory shall unfold.
The more you listen, the more that you will take in.
The more it will make sense when the story begins.

The introduction or the start, we met when I was 3,
my aunty, her babysitter, one glimpse then we ran free.
We didn’t really know each other until we started school
I had another friend and I didn’t know the ‘cool’.

My friends all left me stranded I thought I was alone,
then one day that girl asked me to join her on her ‘throne’.
She was popular and loved all the members of her troop,
I still felt weird and foreign like the odd one in the group.

The end of the year was close as I was pulled aside with fear
I was her BFF! The girl whispered in my ear.
Then came year 2, 4, and 5 then a present in year 6
One that was wrapped, from one person to another that needed not be fixed.

It was purple like the dark stare of an owl at midnight,
As smooth as silky hair from the angel saved by a knight.
The stretch was like the extent of a silver lightning bolt,
The clips all hinged together like the wheel lock on a volt.

Now we’ve reached the conclusion, the finished product, end,
The beautiful gift I got from my very close friend.
The one person I would like to be in my life forever,
the suspenders are my own I’ll share them with no one….
Never