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Jan 22
Everyday I wear her ring.
Sometimes it's there,
Sometimes not -
Even when I'm looking.

When I don't look
I don't think about it.
When I don't think about it
It's always there,

Like she was there,
When she was alive,
And my whole world was
About her.

She is not here now
But real yes in every sense -
So, Her Ring, one link
In a chain I polish every day,

Her ring,
One poem in a life
Of poems linked together -
Her Ring is my promise.
Tommy Randell
Written by
Tommy Randell  67/M/Whitby, N Yorks, UK
(67/M/Whitby, N Yorks, UK)   
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