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.
Chris Bunton
Thu 19th Jan 2023 04:06
Beautiful. Been there.