My Nana's ring

It shines bright into its eyes
like a snowflake surrounded by a ring.
It's my soldier; my warrior.
My guardian stands there quiet as a bird,
saying nothing but speaking volumes.
It speaks only to me, saying the quietest things.
My Nana holds this powerful guardian,
passing it on to me.
This guardian is now a protector,
protecting me with its power and beauty.
I wear this ring with pride
knowing that there is a protector by my side.
As I stand today wearing that ring,
I know that I am safe and connected
with my protector always by my side.
By Frankie Lowe