My Pearl Ring

For my 9th grade graduation,
I received my first real ring.
My parents thought that it would be
The best gift they could bring.

It wasn’t very often that
Our presents were in gold.
We weren’t rolling in the bucks
And I had not cajoled.

A friend of mine had gotten one,
An opal, center-set,
With diamond chips surrounding it,
A style I can’t forget.

So when I saw my ring, which in
Its middle held a pearl
With a little sparkly flower,
I was not a happy girl.

To me, a pearl seemed older,
Meant for someone middle-aged.
I don’t remember if 
My disappointment was assuaged.

I’m sure they knew my feelings
But it couldn’t be exchanged,
So I wore that ring, but how I felt
About it never changed.

It resides now in a box with
Other jewelry from my past
And as for rings I haven’t loved,
That pearl one was the last.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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Dietrich Avatar
March 12, 2026 at 12:08 AM
Gosh I think it sounded like a really cool ring because of the sparkly flower with it. My first ring was my blue sapphire birthstone ring from mom. But it was not a very brilliant or pretty hue. I still have it but I have bought many rings for myself since then which I adored!
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