I started as a simple silver bracelet,
a gift in a long, slim box-
wrapped in shimmery, shiny paper and
adorned with a bow.
One by one my charms were added-
praying hands, a cross, and a church with a steeple,
ballet slippers and a ballerina in a tutu,
a tennis racket and bowling pins…
More and more charms joined my collection-
a miniature flute with tiny keys,
a covered wagon, state map, and a saw,
muses of drama and comedy-
faith, hope and charity.
I jingled and jangled my way
through high school days
dangling from my girl’s arm
’til I got my graduation cap.
I rested in a drawer many long years,
thought I’d been forgotten-
then my girl’s girl found me,
and she gave me more charms!
A horse, and a horse shoe for good luck,
a black cat with a long tail,
even the moon and a star…
I’m getting all filled up, but
Now upon my star I wish
for another girl to add new charms and
put me on her wrist
and make me jingle and jangle
Read Chapter 5 in Poetry Mentor Texts by Lynne R. Dorfman and Rose Cappelli to learn more about “persona poetry- writing in the voice of another.”