My Grandfathers Ring

One Object that means the world.

Who knew you could love someone you've never met

who knew that one personal possession could make you feel so strong

Stories of my grandfather always made me happy

the man with the accordion, the man who loved my dad

Taken when my father was 14 the stories were still passed down

any word of him brings a smile to my face

A ring, a materialistic thing, how could it mean so much?

I don't dwell far into the subject of spiritualism but now I always have someone to watch my back

I always have the man that I would give anything to meet with me always

Maybe in another world but for now

I'll try my best to honor your name 

You'll never be forgotton  

Author's Note

Please ignore grammar, just let me know what you think I hope you liked it.