Monica Oswal writes

Heirloom

My mother's bangles
do not fit my slender wrists,
they clink as I
take them off everyday
for safekeeping
and they clink
when I put them on
day after day.

My daughter,
a pink rose,
her eyes shades of gray and green
is born today...

I am a mother
to a would be mother,
her tiny wrists shall wear them
one day,
the heirloom passes on.
 
Rose -- SayuriEyes