Pearls and I will always be friends
I wore them like little flowers clustered in my ears
Daddy's sweet little girl
At thirteen
I wore pearls around my neck much later
Not the single string clasped on the side at college
The days I wanted to dress carefully elegant
But three careless strings around my throat
Eloquent about my newfound
Adulthood as wife
And paragon
Of femininity
These days I'll settle for
Cheap cut glass rosary beads
With mother of pearl broach
Pinching me
Into propriety.
A pearl
Is birthed
In agony
an accumulation of a thousand
Tears
Forever compressed.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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