16 July 2012
#household - trinket
This treasure that I cradle, Bent and with its stains. Means so little to so many, Yet within my heart remains.
Bracelet from a dear friend Broke beyond repair. And so became a base On which to build an angel fair.
Wire bent and moulded, Shaped by my own hand. As by my side a mother figure Patiently did stand.
Sadly gone is she And others from those days. Yet through my little angel, They remain in many ways.
So though it does not look much, Its story has a charm. And by my side it stays... This trinket in my palm.
©brownowl2012
Inspired by a little wire angel I made age 14ish while living in a school hostel Mon-Fri. Its battered and stained now but I keep it as it holds so many memories from that time.
Wire Angel • Opuss № I