My Ring

I remember flying to Toowoomba
Getting off the plane and seeing my great grandmother
Going to her old house
Running into her living room
Her soft voice says ‘I have something for you.’
Adrenalin and excitement run through my veins,
So many thoughts spiral through my mind
Is it a ring?
Is it necklace?
Is it a bracelet?
What could this thing be?
Then I saw it
A beautiful ring
A clock face and diamonds sparkling bright
Silver shining like a light.