Around My Eyes

My mother gave me

this small, silver necklace,

with a bluebird on

the front and my

initials on the back. 

It was a really shiny

type of silver; I 

only wore it on

the weekends because

the teachers complained 

it drew focus away

from the lessons at hand-

it was, it was eye-catching,

pristine looking- hard to not stare at. 

My mother, she placed 

it around my neck- the necklace- 

it fell just above my heart;

shiny, banging

against 

my chest. 

The weekends would race by,

each beginning the same:

Wake. 

Eat. 

Necklace!

Necklace on. 

Eat. 

Necklace off. 

Sleep. 

I suppose there really

wasn’t anything grand,

or poetic about

it-

it just felt as

if that-

the right way 

to live;

the bluebird turling around

my neck; initials-

G d S

and the teachers scream-

TAKE THAT DAMN THING OFF

THAT’S NOT-

SCHOOL, EDUCATION, WE MUST- 

learn to let things go,

before the beauty of them

becomes our only memory.