The Ruby Cross

“Use it to bring you luck.” Her generation passed.
The glistening gold with ruby, chain. Her love will always last.
I wanted it, to wear it young. But mum said I would lose.
She never knew that when I grew, ripped from me abduce.
A sense of violation. Killing all one’s trust.
What have people come to? They stole my lives gold dust.
The things that make me sparkle. Give confidence and beauty.
Are no longer inside my drawer. They’re spending time in Juvie.
The stealing of a loved one. And all they know and cared.
Give me great grandma’s ruby cross.
But no.
They wouldn’t’ve dared.