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.
These blue-glass beads are everywhere in Greece, as protection against the “evil eye” and mischance. I gave some to friends, but can’t remember if I gave you one! Sweet poem, thanks.
These blue-glass beads are everywhere in Greece, as protection against the “evil eye” and mischance. I gave some to friends, but can’t remember if I gave you one! Sweet poem, thanks.
No, you haven’t given one to me, but I know the beads well. Glad you enjoyed the poem and identified with the beads.
Yes and yay to the ancestors and all their wisdom!
It is so wonderful how you honor your Bubbi!
Love you and miss you!
Yes, all those who came before us, give their strength and wisdom freely. Take care!!!