Mama's sapphire ring
Found as we sorted her room
It might fit me now
About the Creator
Sonia Heidi Unruh
I love: my husband and children; all who claim me as family or friend; the first bite of chocolate; the last blue before sunset; solving puzzles; stroking cats; finding myself by writing; losing myself in reading; the Creator who is love.
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By Frank English4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Very lovely. I remember being a little girl trying on Mum's rings, and now I own one of them.
Beautiful haiku, a gift found in a loss.