CUFF OF THORNS

I have very few keepsakes from childhood , boxed treasures of bits and pieces.  

A very special late  Great Aunt, more like Grandma, as Great Grandma to my kids, sent me a silver charm bracelet when I was too young to appreciate or wear it , but held it dear in my ballerina jewelry box.

 Later my mom added a few charms, and so did I , wearing it although it wasn't really the current fashion, proud of a special difference. 

I discarded it back to a box when it lost value in discontentment and anger.

 When my children first discovered it , I was surprised at how such a little piece of jewelry could carry such pain.

 Now I embrace it, for what it is worth and will be.

CUFF OF THORNS

clasp round not binding 

that freely  I may swing

bangle of shackling trinkets 

 reflections caught to mirror 

bedazzled with dangling badges

hooked eyes inherit ring

linked chain charms legacy 

captive circlet now hold dearer

shroud not as suspended manacle

muting herald's tinkling lure

connect these  faithful emblems

argent conductors of child pure

from queen of heart I found you 

laid  wanting in velvet sheen 

'til strung bonds shone inheritance

happy love saw mom and falls

wrap me about as crown not thorns

suspend stamped gifts unforeseen

cuffed here as there jewel glimmers

joined eternal such love befalls

submitted in community with Random Acts of Poetry