My Grandmother's diamond
I lost it, worn just days
Upon turning thirteen
My high school, acknowledged
With courage, a rebel devil
In a peridot, green
My brother, he gifted a claddagh
Wishing the hands to my heart, turned within
I brandished a band made of silver
And one of platinum, sliced thin
Two gold circles, once, were my parents
On special occasions, revealed
Pressed rose petals, encased, like a locket
And poison, in onxy, concealed
Collection, conveying a lifetime
Adorning the fingers that pray
There's one ring I've yet to be offered
And often, I dream to display
Susan Lacovara
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