A Thousand Tears Too Precious

December 19, 2011
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The bracelet sits amidst the tangles of jewelry
At first glance benign
So quiet you'd hardly know it's story
Handed down ages ago from my father’s mother
But it shines with the sorrow of a thousand tears
The tangled heartache of lives shattered, strewn and scarred
She was a young girl then, the start of a life halted
A Jew in Poland
The sound, the frozen thunder of her mother shot as she watched
The links of that bracelet broken
All that remains of their bond
Lies strewn amidst my drawers
Too precious to latch upon my wrist

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