A simple gift

February 2, 2018

Given to me by my mother lovingly

So simply packaged

A bright turquoise bow delicately placed

on a charcoal black box

So frail, yet stunning

A symbol of hope

You remind me of sad times

You remind me of happy times

You give me memories I wish to forget

You give me compliments

You are the reason why I still love her

The reason I still miss her.

Without you I am lost

I feel as if a piece of me is missing

You are a gift every day

My last gift from her

Even though you snag on my clothes,

Cause holes and tears, I don't care

You are cheap but rich with memories

You are a must-have

Sometimes you cause me pain

But at the same time you are my healer

Your shine is gone

You don’t wear the same

Or feel the same

You’re not as smooth as you once were

You have changed with me

Still sturdy and strong, but a little worn down

You still are charming

You still make me feel complete

You still give me reassurance

You still remind me of where I have come from

And where I want to go

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