Poem: Necklace

I have not seen another that looks same as my necklace!
One morning, girls’ I baby-sat stood outside place.
My eighteenth birthday fell on summer Saturday!
Girls’ bought a birthday gift – youngest wanted to play!

Opening box, which for years has been lost, something shone,
“Try it on!” cried oldest girl “please try it on!”
Silver chain, with pendant, sparkling jewel aglow!
Its colour seemed to change, as I moved, fast then slow!

Forty years later, I lovingly wear my prize,
Seeing pendant shimmer in sunlight still surprise!
Although, contact stopped with gift givers, memories survive,
My wish is to wear necklace aged ninety-five!