My Grandma's Ring

You see shiny carats upon a gem-encrusted band,
a symbol reflecting great wealth and power.
I see memories upon memories in a form so effervescent,
a symbol of love that is so strong.
It is the songs you sang when I could not sleep at night.
It is the plum scent perfume you used to fragrance your skin.
It is the tender twists of your hair fastened with a scarlet brooch.
It is the ginger tea you drank at noon each day.
It is the ink on the paper of the letters you wrote to me.
It is the jewelry that adorns your finger so perfectly.
The precious things that the ring kept, are memories of days that we spent,
and as I slip on the ring all the sweet memories come floating back.