Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Her Rings
The rings she held dearly,
You know the ones,
She planned to give them to her daughters
And granddaughters some day,
Were only jewelry,
Were only material possessions.
(though I think the meaning put into the gold
from years of it sitting on her finger
must have ripped something from her chest).
She still wanted them to be willed to her
Daughters and granddaughters.
The rings she held so dearly
Now sit on someone else's stingy fingers,
Someone who never will question
Where the rings came from or who once wore them,
A woman who only wanted to keep them
To give to her daughters
And granddaughters some day;
Something they can remember her by
(though how can she be forgotten?).
Either that or they are sitting on some dusty shelf,
While passersby look at them,
Wondering why something so beautiful
Is only three hundred dollars.
The rings she held so dearly,
Pawned for money for cars that mean nothing,
Are nothing but a memory,
They are resold for a cheaper value.
I don't think she wanted to lose THAT part of her life yet.
All I'd ever wanted since I was young
(and I can admit this for I am an adult now, with tears stinging her eyes)
Was to someday have those rings for my own,
To wear on a gold chain around my neck,
When mom is gone,
So that I can remember that she was everything
That she wasn't sure she was.
September 22, 2004
*My mom and dad are getting divorced. My dad took my mom's wedding rings (the ones she was keepsaking for said purposes) and pawned them to pay some bills. He never told my mom and it has made her so sad and that has made me so sad. Sure they were only rings, and material possessions are nothing compared to a persons love, but they were to be given to me and my sister, as well as my nieces. I'm just in shock that my dad would be cruel when he never displayed such an emotion to me, that when mom speculated about it, I was always kinda saying that dad wouldn't so something like that. So that's where this poem came from. I cried through writing the whole damn thing, and I'm at school too...
You know the ones,
She planned to give them to her daughters
And granddaughters some day,
Were only jewelry,
Were only material possessions.
(though I think the meaning put into the gold
from years of it sitting on her finger
must have ripped something from her chest).
She still wanted them to be willed to her
Daughters and granddaughters.
The rings she held so dearly
Now sit on someone else's stingy fingers,
Someone who never will question
Where the rings came from or who once wore them,
A woman who only wanted to keep them
To give to her daughters
And granddaughters some day;
Something they can remember her by
(though how can she be forgotten?).
Either that or they are sitting on some dusty shelf,
While passersby look at them,
Wondering why something so beautiful
Is only three hundred dollars.
The rings she held so dearly,
Pawned for money for cars that mean nothing,
Are nothing but a memory,
They are resold for a cheaper value.
I don't think she wanted to lose THAT part of her life yet.
All I'd ever wanted since I was young
(and I can admit this for I am an adult now, with tears stinging her eyes)
Was to someday have those rings for my own,
To wear on a gold chain around my neck,
When mom is gone,
So that I can remember that she was everything
That she wasn't sure she was.
September 22, 2004
*My mom and dad are getting divorced. My dad took my mom's wedding rings (the ones she was keepsaking for said purposes) and pawned them to pay some bills. He never told my mom and it has made her so sad and that has made me so sad. Sure they were only rings, and material possessions are nothing compared to a persons love, but they were to be given to me and my sister, as well as my nieces. I'm just in shock that my dad would be cruel when he never displayed such an emotion to me, that when mom speculated about it, I was always kinda saying that dad wouldn't so something like that. So that's where this poem came from. I cried through writing the whole damn thing, and I'm at school too...
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