It was a simple sterling wedding band purchased at a pawn shop. It was discarded by another when its value in cash exceeded its value in sentiment. He wore it daily as a reminder of the covenant they shared. It was not the first band, that band stayed behind in the jewelry box. It was too valuable and easily damaged. The first would not endure long, in the room where he washed clothes to feed their growing family.
She is gone now,
yet they are one.
This we share, now.
The three of us.
A covenant,
a promise,
a ring.
Once it was shared,
by two, then came two more,
and the temple ceremony,
then two more,
Dad gave me the ring,
years ago.
Now four more are bound,
by the ring, the promise,
and the covenant.
My father gave me his second wedding band, which I now wear.
I have three siblings and two children.
I have three siblings and two children.
