her ring sits on the mantlepiece
worn thin on one side
that dull warm yellow
that gold sometimes takes on
i remember it cutting into my hand
as she held it tightly as we shopped
it was bright and shiny then
she used to wear it on her longest finger
after dad left us, she left it off for awhile
and then wore it on the other hand
it was tight on her workworn hands then
she took it off again before she went into
this last home, but kept it locked in a security draw
now it sits on the mantlepiece, waiting
for me to find a safe place for it
for it is the little bit of my mother's spirit
that will one day be part of my son's wedding ring,
Not mine
