The Golden Locket
The necklace that
Sat on the nape
Of her neck
Was the most
Eye-catching thing
She ever wore
She always
Kept it on
And though inquired
On many occasions
Why she did,
She never gave
A straightforward answer
I guessed it was
Personal and private
To her and wasn’t
Ready to share it,
But it was what
I saw first
On her, its subtle
Beauty and glamour
Which stole your
Senses before you
Even notice,
A golden heart
Hung low on a golden chain,
The heart encrusted with
A small green gem
Where the two lines
Met at the top,
A blue gem at
The tip at the bottom,
Two red gems at
The two highest peaks,
And two purple gems
Across from each other
On the outside edges
Of the locket
The gold shines
Ever so brightly
Like it did the
Day it was made
The gems dazzle
And encapture a
Person in their gaze
And put them
Into a daze,
And like the brilliance
The necklace is,
Its wearer ended
In a suchly spectacular
Way and passed down
Her most prized possession
And the secret
Of its past was
Found at last
When the locket
Was opened and
Saw the picture
Of her and this
Man from her past,
My grandpa who
Was lost so early
But not before
Making my dad,
Such a personal
Story as thee
Is what I treasure
Oh-so much now
And will forever keep
To have these
Memories around
Written on April 29, 2021
Copyright © Dylan Ravenclaw | Year Posted 2021
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