My Ring
When I look
At my hand
I see my ring
Then I think
Back to a time
To my mom
She gave it to me
Her face lit up
And so did mine
She gave me everything
Gave hope
Gave love and security
I wish I could repay her
She’s done so much
Should have thought sooner
She’s long gone
But the ring helps me
It helps me know she is not wrong
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