Like pearls

I string words that I hope
Are as wise and even or as
Uneven as pearls. They can
Shine white and iridescent 
Round or fragmented as any
Sentence I have ever written.
Telling my story or sentiment
I hope as well as the perfect
Pearls the Pacific yields or the
Little bitty ones my mother
Once had before she got a 
Beautiful blue gray strand. 
That was a show off necklace
But me, I so admired those
Ones that looked like hen's 
Teeth, laying simply and
Easily against her sweater