Dear great grandpa,
If only you could see me now.
I’m the age you were when you went off to war
The only thing you had of home was your ring,
Once a brilliant black is now a scarred silver.
What once was mint condition, now has it own scars and scrapes.
What once was all you had of home, now holds stories lost in time, never to be heard.
If only I had been older before you passed I could’ve held onto your stories and shared them with the great grandkids you never got to meet,
So they, like your ring could still be around.
Great grandpa,
Your ring is always with me and I hope you are too.