Cut Rings
Inherited from Mom: My laugh Sense of humor Humanity Faith in the truth Love for children And cut rings-- Worn jewels snipped From the fingers of dead women Handed to survivors Saved and passed on The gems chipped And scuffed The gold worn thin. From whence? What ring givers Did these women love So deeply that They wore their Love to the grave? And what do we do with it now? Keep the pieces Think of the love. One I put back together For my daughter: My great-grandmother's engagement ring, A white-gold pillow embedded With diamonds The jeweler tells me Are in solid. Would I slay the dragon For being a gold hoarder Rather than a ring giver? It is not the gold But the heart that Demands wholeness. These fragments tell me My story begins in love That assumes its place In eternity.