My Grandmother's diamond <br />I lost it, worn just days <br />Upon turning thirteen <br /> <br />My high school, acknowledged <br />With courage, a rebel devil <br />In a peridot, green <br /> <br />My brother, he gifted a claddagh <br />Wishing the hands to my heart, turned within <br />I brandished a band made of silver <br />And one of platinum, sliced thin <br /> <br />Two gold circles, once, were my parents <br />On special occasions, revealed <br />Pressed rose petals, encased, like a locket <br />And poison, in onxy, concealed <br /> <br />Collection, conveying a lifetime <br />Adorning the fingers that pray <br />There's one ring I've yet to be offered <br />And often, I dream to display<br /><br />Susan Lacovara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rings-i-have-worn/
