My Grandmother's Ring
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The ring is a lot smaller and more delicate than this one
I never met my maternal grandmother -
She died from cancer when my mum was aged only eight
Her sepia photograph sits in a silver frame on mum’s dresser
Many years ago mum gave me a ring that belonged to her mother
It’s delicate and pretty with three small red garnets and opals
The first time I slipped it on my finger it fitted perfectly!
When I wear the ring it makes me think of my grandmother
How I wish that I had had the chance to meet her.....
But sadly it was not to be
Wearing her ring makes me feel close to her
It’s almost like her hand is on mine
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Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2016
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