Hidden away,
lonely and cold in a jewelry box
silently sits a silver bracelet
The words "forever and always"
inscribed thirty years ago
for my mother's nineteenth birthday
Torn between being a child and a wife,
She hid her childhood away
just like the bracelet
whose stones have long since
fallen out, lost forever
This token of his love
forgotten, unworn
in a drawer
beside her wedding ring
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