Memento

Memento

A Poem by Dawn

Granmas ring on her death.
It was given to me.
But I passed the offering up.
Saying to my Uncle.
to give it to their firstborn grandchild.
Particularly if she is a girl.
As a reminder of a great grandma.

A little token of yesteryears.
A reminder of the dead long gone.

Maybe a faint glimmer of fondness of
someone down a family generational line.
Might get a wink and a nod. 
Yet even a slight little smile.
As they look at this insignificant ring
given to them.
Before they put it into a jewellery box
in their home.


© 2019 Dawn



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spot on my friend ...honest a true musings ...having stopped by and/or made that call .. just to say hi are the gems we keep in better places than jewelry boxes ... well said ma'am! you have set me straight for the day ;)
E.

Posted 2 Months Ago


I agree I have one of mums rings and all my closest aunties and sisters costume jewellery I know when I’m gone I’ll give to daughter she hasn’t got kids so not sure after that I related well to your poem Thankyou Dawn

Posted 2 Months Ago


mementos like this are never insignificant...they mean so much because the people who left them meant so much as well.
and we hope the younger generation will still appreciate the little things that meant so much to us from the older generation.
j.

Posted 2 Months Ago



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Added on March 13, 2019
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Dawn

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