With an obligate I opened drawer I knew what I wanted , a crate. Enveloped with the layers of dust it was I smeared over with care so as to sanctify it with an eulogy and love That she blessed me with! A pair of luster gold bangles Grandma gave them to me ages back They still have the same resplendence As fresh as that day in my memory My eyes are wet and heart ecstatic For, now it's my turn to keep our ethic I'll consign them to my granddaughter Before I bid an adieu to the beautiful bride Composed for A to Z Challenge