Passed on possession

My necklace is humble it simmers and shines
In lamplight, in spotlight, in moonlight too
A gift from my mother, a gift from the heart.

A gift from the heart, so precious to me pink and pearlescent,
with beads on a chain, special thoughts it contains, new memories it sees.

New memories it sees, experiences shared
It has life in it's movement, it's pretty and precious
I'll wear it often, at plenty occasions, because it's my special item.