Ring of Truth

It’s not with finger, you’ll wear this ring It’s to be worn with heart and soul For there was a man who wore it proud From whom, death took its toll He knew one day, the ring would find Its way to the destined one So wear it proudly for him now You are that man’s only son You may not know, he loved you so But life has a way to turn It’s with grief, you take possession But with hope that you will learn The man, from where the ring had come Was strong, proud and true A sickness came, stole him away But he left this ring for you You may harbor anger, that’s your right That may never go away Remember, there was a man who loved you so With this ring, carry him, today When my brother died, he was wearing a claddagh ring I had given to him when he was sent to the Persian Gulf during wartime there. It was my ring and I told him to bring it back to me. His son was 1 year old when he died and I hadn't been able to locate him until last year and now he's 17 and he told me that his mom (the devil) told him that I took his fathers ring when he died. I sent it to him along with this poem because I didn't have the heart to tell him the truth.