Brooch Revolution

So, call me crazy, but I love old brooches. I think it is because my Mee-maws always wore them when I was a girl.

Brooches
Old school brooches are a passion of mine,
I think they are utterly divine,
Costume jewelry, yes, but in so many ways,
They bring me back to the good old days,
My grandmothers and aunts wore them with pride,
It didn’t matter where, on the left or right side,
There were so many styles: jewels, pearls, or enameled,
I like them all: I guess I’m enamored,
Helping my grandmother get the pin into the clasp,
I didn’t want to stick her, so if she moved, I would gasp,
Gold or silver, made into anything you could name,
Dragonflies, leaves, roses, owls, peacocks- no two the same,
Bright burst of colorful rhinestones added the bling,
Swans, seashells, snowmen- really are a beautiful thing,
In my mind, they are little works of art,
To name a few more: angels, poodles, or a simple heart,
I could go on and on and on,
Talking brooches to the break of dawn,
Let’s just say I’d like to promote a brooch revolution,
Everyone wears one; that’s the solution!
Bring back the days when you had to ask,
Someone else to clasp your clasp!

Written: 6/13/2016 Tammy Harvey