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Ashley Wilson

Singing Memories

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.