My Ring
By Tara A
Published 20 September 2017
First it was found,
Then it was taken,
From its only home,
Then it was created,
Into what it is now,
More valued than ever,
Then it was gone,
Like a ghost,
Never to be seen,
By its family or friends again,
Then it sat back and waited,
But one day,
A little girl found it,
And slipped it on her finger,
To keep it, always.
