The little girl accepted with graciousness,
But with great disappointment,
For, what she wanted wasn’t fake gold,
But bows and lace and colors that were bold.
None-the-less, she wore it with pride,
As the other girls mocked,
And pushed her aside.

As she grew older,
The necklace stayed,
Clasped around her neck,
Forever a loved memory.

For, just a few months after her grandmother’s gift,
Her body gave out, and left this earth,
The moments was swift,
But the pain – long,
The necklace and memories was all that to the girl belonged,
Left from her beloved grandma dear.

At first she was sad,
To have gotten this gift,
All the mocking and shame,
To not have the “The Best”,
But now she realized,
That this is most precious of all,
This priceless necklace, all tiny and small.