It is a family tradition –
a tiny gold bracelet with little bells
a bird, a flower, an protective eye,
added at random to the sleek chain
Passed to every newlywed
a reminder to the expectations.
Many years later, the unused bracelet
rests heavily on my hopeless heart
like chains, it holds me a slave
to feel like a failure, even if privately.
Inspired by Day#7 prompt at Toads : Bracelet
A nice poem about a bad situation, with a reminder always near. The bracelet could get lost. In a box someplace beneath something much, much, larger. Or get dropped into??? Etc.
I lost my wedding ring at the bottom of a lake. Of course I don’t dive and it was lost forever. So was that marriage the next year.
The bracelet sounds beautiful, ‘with little bells, a bird, a flower, a protective eye’, but oh, how family tradition binds with expectations.
Oh, such a contrast between these two verses,. Sad.
I LOVE the idea of the bracelet, and saddened at the story of this one. Not failure though, but memory and experience.