My Ring

A small ring made of rose gold,
Five times smaller than my palm,
All the swirls and wavy patterns,
Always keep me calm,

It feels delicate but firm,
The ring I can’t lose,
Cause it stays like glue,
On my finger.

To me, it has a lot of value,
I wouldn’t trade it for, even the sun,
Because it was a present from my mum,
And nothing can replace it.