Silver

Silver on my left arm, silver on the right

Jewellery with meaning, shining in the light

Left from my father, for when he’s out of sight;

The other keeps on slipping, though I hold it tight.

Through hell and high water this symbol shall remain

Occasionally pinching, sometimes causing pain

But despite my mark-ed skin, I admit that I would fain

Not slip it off from my wrist, lest I forget the giver's name.

I wonder if I may suddenly take flight,

Be weightlessly carried off into the night,

I don't want to end up distanced by the height,

So there’s silver on my left arm and silver on the right.