Gold Gift, A Poem
Every time I look down
at my wrists
and see the bracelets
I see their hands,
I am reminded of both women who wore it before me
I hope to embody their strength.
Behind the Poem
This poem is from Her Durian. I wrote it after my mom gave me her bracelet that she had gotten from her mother. In the moment it felt casual. She slipped on my wrist to give me some arm candy before our trip to Malaysia. My own grandmother didn't recognize it yet thought it was beautiful. This memory will always be attached to the bracelet and poem. Signed paperbacks are now available for purchase.