My Grandfathers Ring

My Grandfathers Ring

A Poem by BlurryNight

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  

© 2014 BlurryNight

Author's Note

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

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Added on December 1, 2014
Last Updated on December 1, 2014
Tags: Ring, Remember, ghost, love