A Pearl of Great Price

We play at paste,
‘Till qualified for pearl

-Emily Dickinson

We were quite young,
On that Christmas day
And had no idea of the value:
Intrinsic and symbolic.

Close to the throat,
A string of tiny reminders;
Resting above the heart,
Classic Princess Length.

A relic of womanhood
That harkens back to another time:
Floral pastels in a gilded frame,
A French aristocrat encased in oil paint.

One must earn the grace to wear it well.
Using only small movements
To display the real thing –
Bona fide and true.

As little girls, we inherited a new heirloom,
Without a second thought,
A pearl necklace, not just a trinket,
But a birthright of the brave.


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