Pearl Necklace LegacyA Poem by Chris Shaw(My Nan's Pearls. I started to wear them in recent years )
My fingers slip through five long strands
of precious pearls held in my hands. Each perfect sphere both smooth and sleek is firm when pressed against my cheek. Each one is graded by its size and strung on thread to mesmerize. Such beauty, luminous and pure, their simple shape has rich allure. Ten silver clasp springs join to meet, when draped about my neck sit neat. She wore her pearls with charm and grace, felt quite undressed when not in place. Good taste met elegance and then, "I'll not be wearing those again". In widow's weeds all joy had died, bereft, alone, dissatisfied, she shed her pearls just like her tears. Cast off forgotten through the years, now resurrected decades gone, her necklace legacy lives on.
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12 Reviews Added on November 28, 2018 Last Updated on November 28, 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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