Three brass bangles
Two copper bangles
Artisan wrought
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.
Shawn L. Bird 
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! ♥
Thank you!