My Beautiful Gift

This gift that was given to me

But not really given, more of left to me

See this gift or this ring was my mother’s

Something that was maybe so dear to her, I wasn’t sure to take it

Or to even wear it

It’s oh so dear to me

My mother’s not here anymore, so maybe it’s up to me to wear it

But, I do not want to hurt it

For I’m afraid that I will damage

This precious gift of joy and happiness

This thing that holds so much mystery

I would think that this ring would have a story of it’s own

Like where did it come from?

Who had it before my mother did?

My mind can only imagine the story this ring has to tell

And now I sit here

Just wondering what to do with this beautiful gift

Should I share it with the world?

Or let it live in it’s own mystery,

This beautiful gift