A bejeweled brooch glitters upon my chest.
Its fronds amethyst ~ its trunk emerald
a whimsical flight of fancy
from the art deco twenties ~ these amethyst palms.
Passed down through the generations
from mother to daughter
on their wedding day
a reminder ~ that love lasts forever.
My grandmother wore it first
given to her by my grandfather
they both believed in the legend of the amethyst palms
wear it forever and love will last ~ peace will follow.
Given to my mother as she walked down the aisle
the legend proved true ~ till death do us part.
It was given to me on my wedding day ~ and love still lingers
proving to all the legend of the amethyst palms.
© 2004 by Rosemary Winters Tracey
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