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The Golden Ring

The last gift you gave me

Was small and beautiful

Like the hands you held

Like the children I thought you loved

 

It is made of gold

With hearts intertwined

Like our hands during a drive

As you sang old country songs 

 

It stays with me always

Like the memories of us

Father and children

Love and life

 

When I take it off

I can see the dent in my finger

Like the emptiness you left behind 

In the people who loved you more than you would have ever believed.

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Chris Bunton

Thu 19th Jan 2023 04:06

Beautiful. Been there.

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Stephen Gospage

Fri 16th Sep 2022 08:48

A very moving poem. Thank you for sharing it with us.

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