Bought by a father for his loving wife

Worn with pride by a mother for all her life

And then when mother died

It was passed down to the daughter -

Now a bride

Only she, filled with too much grief and pain

Couldn’t set herself to wearing it

So when the time came

She passed it on again

To a daughter of the family once more

But the granddaughter had no interest

As she believed she was not blessed

The necklace carried memories

Of her mother so depressed and cold

And so the necklace was sold

By the price of its worth in gold