Mary Jane's Shoes

Mary Jane's Shoes

Musings of one person among many. Not exceptional in any way, as with all, I have exceptional experiences and varied reactions to those events. Mine is one of many life stories and how I manage and cope with the events which make my life my own, I attempt to put forth by way of my writings.

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A Bracelet

January 13, 2016



Between the perfume bottle

and the bracelet resting on my dresser,

there is a story

of how I fell in love with you. 


Between the camera and the books, 

a stack of three,

there is a story of how you fell in love with me. 

Slipping on the bracelet, one of silver and engraved, 

my eyes read the title of one book.

Never Take For Granted Love, on the cover it did say.

On my wrist the scent I placed. 

Its aroma told of a moment when your arms they lifted me

and we spun circles on brick space.

Reflected in glass double doors,

this was a true love story’s start.

To have the moment photographed, I could visit it once more. 


On the silver band around my wrist,

my only love had inscribed,

“Never take for granted love.”

Nostalgic tears did fall, from my hazel eyes.




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