Piecing together a scattered family

Hundreds or thousands of miles removed

One west, two southeast

Only me and my mom remaining 

The gold band stretching from 

Her finger to his, and then his to mine

The three diamonds more together 

Than the three of us, flesh and blood

Scratches and marks grow my the month 

An unfortunate symptom of it’s longevity 

Microscopic flakes of gold fertilize the carpeting 

Sure to sprout more memories 

And giving good energy 

Down the trunk of our family tree

Providing safety to those growing

And stability to those finished

Continuing a tradition

Older than my parents

To hopefully live on

And be passed on by me