Poem: Remembering Mum.
Remembering Mum.
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My mum died a year ago
And I miss her still
Although it is sweet now
Rather than a reason to cry.
I was left an engagement ring,
Beautiful, but frail and thin
With a cracked stone in the shoulder.
I took the decision to remount it
And wondered if I would regret that,
Lose the connection to her
When I could have kept it locked up in the box.
It was picked up yesterday
From a local jewellery designer
And it is beautiful.
I shall wear it all my life
And remember her without thinking.
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