the jade bracelet

i was touching her hand while looking amused at the jade bracelet she was wearing. we sat at my uncle's leather couch while my head was leaning against her arm, my cheek feeling her silken blouse. i still find it astounding how my uncle managed to slip in the solid jeweled piece through her frail hand without hurting her, nor breaking the bracelet in the process. as i played with the jade ring and twirled it around her thin wrist, i asked my 90 year old lola, "would you still need to take this off from time to time?". with a smile she answered me back "i will wear this until i meet the Lord."

i hugged her tight and felt every part of her thin body. "not for another 90 more years, i hope."