Tiki

My Tiki
It hangs on my door knob
Waits patiently all day
For my return
He does not have a name
Hard like a bone
A white carving
Shaped roughly in human form
Dangling from a brown string
Small and sacred
Smells like tea
Sounds calm like waves rolling in
A very important gift
Given from my best friend, Graci
Received about a year ago
I wear it when I need good luck
My bringer of good fortune
I would feel sad if it broke
I plan to keep it forever
My awesome Tiki