The Unlikely Heirloom

She lies wrapped around my wrist
Like a child and her bear
A sloth and a tree,
Worn out and holding many memories
She’s a tired old man.

Passed down by many, wanted my one,
watching as it’s past owner slowly slips out of reach
Like a dog and its old owner.

This bracelet, she wasn’t only mine
And I won’t be the last to share memories with her,
She’s more than my future or my fathers’ past.
She will be wrapped around more arms yet.