Eight years ago in old New York, <br />I found a special shop <br />With silver things from Argentina; <br />Quality, the top. <br /> <br />I bought a silver necklace there, <br />With links of twenty five, <br />To mark that anniversary, <br />Our married love, alive. <br /> <br />I was assigned to Argentina <br />Some ten months ago. <br />We thought of adding to the necklace, <br />Since we liked it so. <br /> <br />We found an expert jeweler here, <br />And Sellar was his name. <br />He thought that he could find eight silver <br />Links made just the same. <br /> <br />Well, twenty five and eight, you see, <br />Add up to thirty three, <br />Which this year marks our married love, <br />In anniversary. <br /> <br />But eight links didn't seem enough <br />To make it worth his while, <br />As Gerry felt a bracelet <br />Might make old Sellar smile. <br /> <br />So, Frank then ordered nine more links <br />Of silver in a chain, <br />To represent our children and <br />Configured just the the same. <br /> <br />Now, Gerry has a matching set, <br />That suits her mighty fine: <br />The necklace chain of thirty three, <br />And bracelet of nine. <br /> <br /> <br />(For our thirty-third wedding anniversary, April 21,1984, Buenos Aires, Argentina.)<br /><br />Frank V. Gardner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chain-of-thirty-three-and-bracelet-of-nine/
