by Menna Elfyn
They have their place, accessories:
Earrings, the odd necklace,
and yet, it’s from the soft inner depth
we work the brooch of our lives,
that jewelled keepsake set to outlast us.
Yours, it was a brooch ablaze -
the passion-crafted clasp,
the light chain to keep it safe;
others, now, will wear your brooch -
this jewel fashioned from a golden heart.
It will catch the sun. It will dazzle us.
Submitted by Corinne