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
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