Mother's Emerald
Ring's stone happened to be emerald,
and I gave it to my mother.
She was delighted, not wanting another.
She wore it on her finger small
and it flashed in the lamp light.
So proud she was of that one stone
on her left hand - so much delight!
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11/13/2017
Copyright © Irene Reynolds | Year Posted 2017
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