Noise and chaos surrounding me
Smoke filling the air
This was all I had known

Until she left
To a safer peaceful and happy place
Much better than earth

Abandoned
Deserted
No-one to look after me
Alone

Thrown carelessly into a gloomy dark drawer
Becoming older and more frail every day
Only worn on special occasions
Each time my surroundings changed

Proud as can be
Charming
Delicate, elegant

Then stowed away
Again
Waiting, forgotten, hoping, praying to be worn once more