I have a silver charm bracelet,
Wrapped around my wrist.
The charms jingle as I walk.
A playful little reminder,
That growing up has been so fun.
The charms have come from everywhere
All over the United States.
Some I bought myself.
Others were shiny gifts
From my family and friends.
The hanging symbols are unique.
A flawless, milky looking metal
With a tiny scratch here or there.
Some are pointy and rough
The others smooth as stone.
That jingling-jangling chain of charms
Is singing, humming, and calling out my name.
In all its silver glory, it will happily tell stories
About the hobbies of my youth
And the things I still do now.
Some charms still glimmer in the light
And the new ones shine with all their might.
However, the older charms get dull with age,
But the memories they hold
Cannot ever begin to fade.
I grow a little every year
And my favorite bracelet does the same.
It still hangs on my wrist
Jingling all the way.
And I admire it each and every day.