The Bracelet
You made a bracelet It was not meant for me But some how I got it I don't know how or why But I did I wear it everyday Everyplace No matter what It is my little version of you, sitting there right on my arm I didn't really get to know you all that much before you died, I was five and you were my grandpa The one who gave out the best presents at Christmas. But then you died and I realized that I would be short a grandpa for the rest of my life. I have to tell you that is not a very good thing for a five-year-old to realize and understand. When mom decided I was old enough to finally get the bracelet you gave her I thought it was just some stupid thing That is until I was told that you had made it just for mom And that when you gave it to her you told her "I want you to give this to your daughter..." Everyday since then I have worn it Every time I have something important to do, I touch the bracelet and I know that you are looking down on me The bracelet sits on my wrist The one that was not made for me But still sits there... The one I don't deserveGrandpa I love you I miss you Thank you Written January 4th, 2002 © on Jan 03 2002 08:38 PM PST 0 • 8
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"You made a bracelet..."