Something I keep close—Talisman My Bubbie always said, “You bring your own luck.” An invisible force of magic That tricks the fates Not by malice, greed, or mischievous. A steady hand that stitched lace, The smells of baked goods, The warm water that washed the dishes. You walk within your means And mean what you say. There is an honesty in luck, The quiet preparation Of visualization Of recognition Of fortitude And attitude. In honor of my Bubbie I wear around my neck, Three diamonds set in a log of gold A restoration of a pin, She wore across her chest. I’m reminded daily, Of her simplicity Of her devotion Of her love of life. There is no symbol More valuable Then her wisdom. I’m lucky to follow her footsteps And create my own luck.
