The Keychain

The keychain hung from the hook

On the wall next to the jacket rack

Worn and torn as it was always with her;

Sparkling of favorite colors in the right light of silver and blue;

Though showing signs of use and age.

A niece who be-gifted for Christmas

Heartfelt reminders of family all in a mermaid’s tale;

Those we cherished and how we are always together;

In small of ways even when we are apart.

Published by Ms. Selective

Traveling Gypse with a Heartfelt Spirit.

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