her ring sits on the mantlepiece worn thin on one side that dull warm yellow that gold sometimes takes on
i remember it cutting into my hand as she held it tightly as we shopped it was bright and shiny then
she used to wear it on her longest finger after dad left us, she left it off for awhile and then wore it on the other hand
it was tight on her workworn hands then she took it off again before she went into this last home, but kept it locked in a security draw
now it sits on the mantlepiece, waiting for me to find a safe place for it for it is the little bit of my mother's spirit that will one day be part of my son's wedding ring,
One of my mother's requests....incredibly, poignantly beautiful