These rings on my fingers
do not represent a heart I hold,
or a person to come home to.
They are not holding the place
of a promise,
or declaring my luck to the world.

One is from my great Grandmother,
whom I never had the chance to meet.
The amethyst is still warm from the Brazilian sun,
which is also how I imagine her embrace would feel.
The second is from my Grammy.
It was her most treasured piece,
and the diamond sparkles like she did in life.
The last is from my mother.
She wore it all through college
and it saw many things.
Now it's my turn to add to the memories,
and pass it on to my daughter someday.

I guess I am married to my heritage;
these rings mark my past.
But they shouldn't stop you from saying hello!
In fact, the ring finger has a vacancy.
Be bold!
Then maybe one day I'll wear one for you, too.