The Necklace

At the age of seven I look at it
Lay around her neck
Silent and still
The sunlight shines bright on the necklace
As it reflects on the window sill
It’s quite a beautiful thing
A star shape
With a pearl in the centre
Five gems, one at each point
It feels like a window in the morning cold and icy
But somehow warm

The necklace, a gift for my eighth birthday
Now and forever it will belong to me
Now she is gone
In a better place now
When I’m sad I look at the necklace
It reminds me of her
It is only when I’m sad, or bad
That the necklace is truly appreciated