image of my first girlhood bracelet (image from poetess' personal scrapbook)
It lay cool against my wrist, a gold chain with tiny stories. Each charm was a miniature world of special moments~ a birthday, a summer, a secret wish. When I moved, they chimed softly, a music only I could hear, reminding me that even small things can hold whole chapters of a life. The little heart clicked softly when I moved, as if remembering something for me. I’d lift the bracelet to the light, watching memories glint and sway~ small keepsakes of a girl who believed magic could be worn. an accompanying memoir vignette can be read at: poetrysoup.com/short_stories/simply_charming_13718
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