Mother’s RIng

After being reminded of our Mother’s birthday,

I remembered the Mother’s ring she was given by us all

on some occasion I do not recall.

I do not know what her feelings

were

or are

about that ring

but I do know mine.

I remember growing up

being amazed

how all the stones were arranged

in a way that would make anyone think each stone,

right to left,

were not placed in order of birth.

September’s sapphires placed at either end.

The first was a son.

The last was a son.

Both turned out to be the daughter’s emotional rocks.

Always looking at the sensibility of living in a family unit

and enjoying

not having the emotional outbursts

that rocked the boat of our clan.

They have learned

if they walked away long enough…

all would be well when they returned.

Next to sapphires is the garnets.

Eldest daughter

Youngest daughter

Both share the same dirty brown stone,

 loud laughs everyone enjoys hearing…

and little else.

The eldest found her path in life early and never thought to stray.

The youngest path is a wondering one

she has no want to find ”the path” but explore them all.

Both believe paths are ”right”

and never see eye to eye.

Both blind to their similarity

of freely giving bits of wisdom

out of love.

In the middle of the ring

 two stones that have no match.

Growing up,

I felt sad

about their aloneness.

Only after getting older,

and learning who the people were

did I see the connection

between the stones

and the persons.

The Diamond is rare

holds great value.

Worth of the pale stone

risks being forgotten

when surrounded by all the color.

This person,

like the diamond,

stands out

catching fire in the light.

She draws eyes

to the beauty of the stones

yet refuses to be outshone by them.

The lone emerald

the remaining daughter

just like in the ring

brings a sense of peace

and purity

to the collection.

Both beautiful enough to stand alone

but opts to bring he gifts to all.

I loved that ring as a child.

The ring is how

I knew my older brothers and sisters.

I hope Mom passes it on to me.

As long as that ring has us all in a row together,

I have hope

someday,we can do the same.

Free from past baggage

and learn to appreciate the beauty of each other.

Much love to them all

from this

dirty red

Garnet.

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5 thoughts on “Mother’s RIng

  1. Free from past baggage

    and learn to appreciate the beauty of each other.

    This are beautiful words. If only we could put that in to practice on a regular basis!

  2. Indeed! This offering found its start when I came to the realization, the siblings that I love so much, were people I could not have a relationship with because doing so would mean having a relationship with my Dad as well. Put it this way…if this was a dish offered in a fine dining establishment the wine it would be served with would be my poem “Battle Cry”….

    Thanks for appreciating it. 🙂

  3. Billie, I recently came across your blog. I knew you were writing, but was unaware that you had a blog. Ah life….busy, busy, busy, eh? As the “lone emerald”, I have to tell you that this is amazing. You capture each of us in ways that I would not have considered, yet I am able to see each of us in your words. You, baby sister, are a gifted writer. I am proud. Keep doing what you do. The world needs your talent.

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