The Silver Braclet

The chain uses its strength,
To hold its shimmering shape.
It represents the 9th of October,
The day my brother was born.
Its carvings are as special as he is,
I had it since I was 4.
I’ll have it until I’m old,
Its mystery can be told.
It hangs there proudly, day and night.
Its reflection is like the sunset
If I ever lost it,
I’d be a misery for sure.
I look at it,
Every time I enter my room.
Staring at the shining circle,
It gives me good luck.
I put it around my wrist,
Silver, smooth, shining.
The bracelet sits on my wrist,
Pretty as pretty can be.