Tiny Item, Massive Memory

Gold like a sun, tiny like the head of a pin.
In such a big world,
Full of unforgettable memories,
Some happy, some miserable.

Gorgeous, golden, glittering like stars,
Graceful memories that I forgot,
Some proud, some bizarre.
My gold necklace.

The necklace gently swings in front of my neck,
Making a sweet tinkle sound.
The sound of a happy bird,
The sound of a tiny bell.

This wasn’t any normal necklace,
It keeps your secrets safe and sound.
Its holds positive and negative memories,
The ones that we cannot go back to,

It was bought when I was born,
And shall keep me safe until I die.
Gold like a sun, tiny like the head of a pin.
My gold necklace.