A symbol of love, a treasure divine,
A golden bangle, bestowed with grace,
A cherished gift that time cannot erase.
On my wedding day, with a mother’s pride,
She gently placed it on my wrist, tied,
A legacy passed from her loving hand,
A bond between us, forever grand.
Each glimmering curve whispers a tale,
Of strength, of tradition that shall not fail,
An heirloom of memories, old and new,
That binds our hearts, forever true.
A delicate embrace, twinkling in the light,
This golden bangle, so precious, so bright,
It carries the weight of a mother’s love,
Guiding my steps, as I soar and rise above.
With every gentle clink on my arm,
I feel her presence, a soothing calm,
A reminder of the love that she imparts,
Etched in gold, forever in our hearts.
Through joy and laughter, and tears that fall,
This golden bangle stands unyielding through all,
A symbol of heritage, it holds the key,
To a legacy of love, to cherish and decree.
So, I wear it proudly, on this journey of mine,
A cherished treasure, a precious sign,
Of a mother’s love, an unbreakable bond,
With this golden bangle, forever fond.