Part Of MeA Poem by Chris Shaw(family tradition, wear pearls for a funeral of a loved one)
Between the sheen of purple drapes
two necklace trees stand on a cill, by day and night like sentinels. Through summer warmth and winter chill, a clutch of lifetime memories. Within their arms they clasp and hold, the chunky pinks, the greens and golds, assorted beads that gleam in sun. Some worn in sadness some for fun, but all reflect a part of me. A few are new, though most are old. there's cheerful there as well as bold and pearls for tears my Nan would say. Each day a choice for me to find what mirrors well my state of mind. They may have come steeped deep in love or caught on impulse as I shopped. Some dropped quite helpless in my hands, enhancement for a dress I'd bought, yet all reflect a part of me. One day dear girl, I'll fail to breathe, don't grieve for me when I take leave. Instead I ask you wear the pearls, a smile my love and wear them well when you say your goodbyes to me
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15 Reviews Added on July 20, 2018 Last Updated on July 20, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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