How do you feel emotionally when you read this poem?

Between the sheen of purple drapes,

two necklace trees stand on a cill,

by day and night like sentinels

through summer warmth and winter chill

a rush of lifetime memories.

Within their arms they clasp and hold

the chunky pinks, the greens and golds,

assorted beads that gleam in sun.

Some worn in sadness, some for fun

but all reflect a part of me.

A few are new, though most are old,

there's cheerful there as well as bold

and pearls for tears my Nan would say.

Each day there's always one I find

that mirrors well my state of mind.

They may have come steeped deep with love

or caught on impulse as I shopped.

Some dropped quite helpless in my hands

enhancement for a dress I'd bought,

yet all reflect a part of me.

One day dear girl, I'll fail to breathe,

don't grieve for me when I take leave.

Instead I ask you wear the pearls,

to complement your dark haired swirls

when you say your goodbyes to me.