The Silver Necklace

Feeling the cold, lifeless touch of metal
As the vintage necklace dangles from my neck
The one you gave to me as a child
Passing it down through generations

Constantly reminding me of my time spent with you
Oh, how could I forget?
It’s worth more than anything I have ever desired or held

It glows like a candle left in a dark room
Plated with sterling silver, covering the secrets of my ancestors
It slowly engraves a garden of stories that carries on beyond our own

Only the necklace,
Carries the fables that you hold till death
The ones never heard by another soul
Taken to the grave, until your last breath
Till your last hour strikes

The silver necklace,
Left astray upon my death
Until it is passed on to you, my dear
Cherished, loved and adored once again