Your Story Poem by Nikki Clevenger

A friend wrote this for me.

Your story remindes of a women with chains around her neck.

Heavy chains that weighed her down and curved her back till she was bent forward in a bowing postion.
So low that her eyes never saw the sky. All she saw was her feet and the dirt they tracked in. Her reflection only occasionally glimped in the pools of spilt juice and water.

Yet still she refused to shurk her duty.
And daily she went through the motions. Somedays it was all she could do to bear the weigh of the chains.

Her tears and sweat polished the chains till they gleemed
As time passed the jossiling of the chains worn them down and made them lighter, and lighter, and lighter.

Till after many years all she wore were FIVE delicate strands of linked silver.

Her years of hard work to carry those chains has paid off.
She thought no one noticed or cared to the sacrifice she had made to change those chains into shining silver necklaces.

But the future son-in-law did.
In his eyes moistened with gratitude as the woman gave him the first of the chain necklaces with its 'E' charm.

On and on she over time gave each of her necklaces away.
Delighting in the dancing joy she saw in the eyes of the recipient.

My friend, by Paja I hope you dont mind if your out there!