Ring of Life

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So what does one do with the

Rings?

After the we becomes ” I”

The ours becomes “mine”

When” Marital Status” becomes

Widow

She had placed hers with his

In the Blue velvet bag

When it was

Time

To go on with life

Just her and her

Son

A son with his father’s hands

His mother’s eyes

A noble blend of

Themselves

So it came to pass

The two  golden rings

 Would be melted into

One

And take form again in

A ring for his finger

A perfect remembrance of

Love