The Bracelet

Sparkling and gleaming,
the metal catches the light as it
lies on my wrist.
Each heart connected,
link by link,
held together by a loose
circle and rod.

Although the bracelet holds
sweet memories for me,
I look at it now as a symbol;
hearts connected and interlaced-
always on the brink of falling off.

It is a beautiful balance
of design and functionality,
of connection and separation.
A balance of hearts;
fragile at best.

But in the center is a gem,
a twinkling, blinking reminder;
a remembrance of times past,
of hope and peace and love.

It's held in place
firm and tight
to save the precious stone.
It holds steadfast
to the most wondrous gift of all.

I gaze down at the light metal,
as it turns over in my head and hands
and I drift as the loose connection
lets it fall from my wrist.

Just like him,
Just like them all,
the bracelet slips to fall,
away from my wrist;
away from my call.

But I reach slowly down,
examining the fault
and touch each small piece
and each little heart.

I grasp it once again,
and secure it safe and sound.

The bracelet twinkles on,
the hearts connect again,
and hope reveals itself once more.


Copyright 2009, Colleen Sarah Rice