Three brass bangles
Two copper bangles
a mature gift to a teenaged babysitter
who couldn’t quite pull them off,
but they stayed in the jewelry box a fond memory
of adorable little boys, a polished professional couple, and a spotless, earthy home.
Enter small daughter to whom the jewelry box
was full of magic, and bangles were magic rings set for a journey.
Journey they did!
What mystical adventure were the copper bangles on for a decade or two?
Four houses later they re-appear in my jewelry box.
If only they could talk.
What fantastical stories await!
And, one hopes, to be shared in poetry with words equal to her mother’s.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen her write poetry. She definitely is a big storyteller, though!
Cute & imaginative. Love it! ♥