It's the sound they make that announces she's in the room.
She uses her hands to punctuate her words as she speaks and the bracelets dance around on her wrists.
I listen as she talks and the bracelets tinkle.
I close my eyes and remember my childhood and the sound of the wind chimes hanging from my grandmothers back porch.
Hari Om
ReplyDelete...and this reminds me now of the little chimes sent from me to my mother, from afar, some years before her departure... Sweet-pitched and warm. YAM xx
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ReplyDeletethis is a nice memory !!!!!~~~~ ♥♥
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