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"My Wedding Ring"


Today I was searching on Family Search for a story to share as my little family studies Come Follow Me.

I found a little poem as I searched through the stories of my ancestors, written by my Great Grandma T. I was six years old when she passed away, but I still have vivid memories of the Andes Chocolate Mints she had stacked on her dining room table. I always got to have more than my fair share when we visited Grandma, not to mention the other delightful goodies she's stash away to share with me. I've been told she was a small woman, but my memories of her are from 6-year-old eyes, and to me she will always be a tall, lovely, soft, white-haired woman.

My eyes became teary as I read this little ode to her wedding ring (and, in turn, a love poem to her late husband). As a result I feel all the more grateful and close to my husband, for my parents and grandparents, and of course for Grandma T.
 I hope you'll love it too:

MY WEDDING RING
by Vera Tippetts

This little band of Silver
Endured through the years
It's been strong enough to carry me
Through hope, and grief and tears.

It didn't cost but little
But that was all he had
When he put it on my finger
That guy, my kids call "Dad"

Last March the Master called him home
It's lonesome, here alone
But that little band of silver
Circles pleasant time we've known!

Today--Dec. 24, 1974--it wore through after more than 41 years. I don't think I ever took it off until now.

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