Before my gran died she told my aunt she wanted me to have her golden ruby ring- and I still wear it.


Your ruby ring

You know,
I still wear
that ruby ring,
that you told them
I should have.
It's comforting,
like you're still here-
like you're watching
over from above.
Keeping me safe-
holding all you're strength.
All you're love.
It's odd, the feeling
the knowledge
that you wore this.
I'll forever keep
this ruby ring,






Poetry by Stine Mari Thomassen
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Written on 2009-11-02 at 00:03

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Stine Mari Thomassen
aww, thank you all!
2009-11-03


Achernar
A most powerful and wonderful, highly nostalgic piece of writing here... with an excellent use of short lines. I loved it!!
2009-11-03


Rob Graber
Sentiments like this bridge the generations and, in a way, overcome death itself. Nice job!

PS: Good eye, Liam!

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2009-11-02