The ring
A gift from the past, a promise of hope for the future.
Nothing striking in its look a simple sliver knotted band a yellow triangle cut citron stone sits high in the middle. Passed from great grandmother, to grandmother, to mother, to oldest daughter worn on the middle finger of my left hand A gift from three generations of mothers. I often wonder what kind of things that small simple ring has seen It was given in love, worn in love, bound with love eighty years of heartache a...
