Dirty, tarnished, and worn.
Overused and discarded.
These small trinkets,
though meaningless in the eye of a stranger,
hold more memories than
a grandmother’s quilt
or a grandfather’s shed.
Tradition and expectations,
or surprises and laughter,
the plastic holds many secrets.
The metal is many-faced.
Lacking the sheen of newer things,
those things that mean the most
are oft painted with love
or tears,
and with one small glance
at the glaze of emotions
these baubles
can uproot memories
like strong winds.
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