The Bridges Bond

Around the other side of the world,
sounds of ringing bells echoed.
Red thread entwined, one for you and me,
it glinted on my wrist, as pretty as thee.
The first sight, the first time,
I had ever seen,
I glanced inside your sparkling eyes, the bond between us became to be.
Her cheeks turned watermelon red,
as she sank into her mother’s arms,
my sister and I glanced joyful looks, as it connected with our hearts.
The whole night was a blast,
but as the days and nights went by,
the plane rumbled with sadness, I flew into the sky.
I tightened my rope of red and my bead of gold,
my sister and I walked hand in hand,
we waved goodbye with a lump in our throats,
as it shone in the air with a link between us.
Now, every day, as I put it on,
i feel the bond, and invisible thread of rope,
pulls myself to the story of the day she was born.