You gave me an exquisitely
delicate silver thread
dangling a mother-of-pearl
and silver star
hanging it around my
15-year-old throat
laughing tenderly when I
quailed: what if I lose it?
Why, I'd get you another
you said reassuringly. And
there was never need for
another for the original
still glows around my throat
and you are here with me
seventy years later
still reassuring me.
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