Sentimental

I keep this beaded earring, its something preserved from the past Today it doesn’t hold any value That’s to those who think only of the coin To me it of paramount prominence, It belongs to my nana Its of sentimental significance This jewel that is in my pouch Smooth, Black with white dots Can’t be sold like diamonds and ruby’s Was given to me by my father as a little girl It reminds me of the man he was Though it can’t make me instantly rich It holds the memory of a giant I always have it with me It is to me sentimental This yellow blanked in my closet Not as fluffy as when my grandma wore it Today its used in my kids‘s bed at night I’ve been told to toss it in the bin Though it looks tatty to most To me it is sentimental