Ode to my Ring A three prong round circle of pastel colors Shining in the light sparkling like the sun rises on the water Creating millions of diamonds on the surface The smooth gold slipping down my finger Snug as cushions on a coach From one generation to the next repeating Fitting all of our fingers perfectly Like a card being placed in an envelope A bride fitting into her dress on her wedding day Resisting temptation not to wear, but to save it As sports fans collect baseball cards To never be worn just kept safe So it is not lost or stolen But it did not become dust as bunnies under the bed It is worn on my finger Until I have a daughter to give it to someday