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 Contest Sponsored by Broken Wings Old jewelry or just old things. 10~27~16
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