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.
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