Daddys Wedding Ring

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This free verse is about a little golden ring that I always wear on my thumb. It belonged to my dad before he died. I wear this ring with pride and every time I look at it it reminds me of him.

Submitted: November 10, 2013

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Daddy's Wedding Ring

 

I hold this ring

this golden ring

a ring that means so much to me.

It shines in the sun

and glows at night

its bright yellow glossy shine.

This golden ring that once was on a strong mans finger

is now on my small whight thumb.

Every crease and every dent

is so special and content.

As I slide the ring across my thumb

I feel small scratches

that who knows where they came from.

The small scratches resembling all of the rough times

the smooth spaces knowing all the good times.

All the memories in this ring add up to one big thing

the day my daddy never came home to me.

It was a sad and dreadful day

that misty, gray day

I still remember like it was yesterday.

Mom and I woke up to a loud knock on the cream white door

so we ran to get it as our feet thudded across the cold, hard floor.

As we turned the knob slightly

we saw nothing

but two tall men dressed in brown

with a frown.

She opend the door and started to cry

as they handed over the small golden ring.

There it was in the tall mans hand

round as a button

but as flat as a pan.

Its perfect circular motion

catching all the suns rays

and reflecting them in different ways.

Every time I look at it

I think of you

your black Greek hair

and your deep brown eyes

are just a few

of Gods gifts in disguise.

If I lost this

I would loos my mind

because its the closest thing I have to you

other than the sky.

I love you Daddy

and miss you so much

and wish you were down here

back with us.

~ Brittany Jarvis


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