She said I would receive her wedding ring
I protested
for I didn’t want to think of her dying
or of taking fidelity off her finger
So soon,
we were dividing the possessions
My sisters stated,
she wanted you to have the ring
I protested again
She was buried with it sparkling
but now every time rings are mentioned
I cringe and remember
I didn’t listen to her
very thought provoking
ReplyDeleteI understand the feeling, as long as she has the ring she can't be gone. Excellent poem Carol!!
ReplyDeletepowerful situation powerfully put: take fidelity off the finger.
ReplyDeleteCarol this is so thought provoking. I think about this often as it is brought up between family members and me.The question asked is " When mom goes do you want" ...... I don't even care about that. The stuff! What is the stuff compared to mom. It does not replace her. I love your poem.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful work Carol. You convey much in a few words.
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Oh, this hits home on so many levels! Well done!
ReplyDeleteWow - great poem!
ReplyDeleteWow...I agree...very moving, deeply personal
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woulda?
hello again, carol.
Bittersweet...
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