The nursing home had labeled it.
A thin strip of sticky white paper
folded over the band, pressed together,
with your name in neat, tiny letters
as if it was a reminder in itself
that the person who once owned it
could no longer claim it as their own
and had to be told ‘this is yours’
‘this is something precious to you’
‘this is part of who you were’.
Tonight’s prompt was to write a poem based on a token such as those left by mothers for their children at the Foundling Hospital in London. Make sure to click the badge above and check out the other wonderful poems written by the fantastic poets taking part in tonight’s fun.
Carol J Forrester 
Amazing
So poignant.
A wedding ring holds such significance, especially when they are gone. Very nice!
dwight
Bittersweet! To lose oneself and have to be told what is theirs and who they are. It happens to so many.
I think that label make it so much more touching…. I wonder if I would ever remove it.
Woah! That has given me goose pimples. It’s a very powerful piece – the tiny details make it so very real, and the symbolism of that plain gold ring. I like it very much.
Wow. Just wow.
Your vignette touches the heart…and will stick in my mind.
So interesting, and when the time comes, what little part of ourselves, will remain?
Indeed. I sometimes think about how lucky I am to have so many little tokens from family members.
I agree with Misky..wow!😊
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Amazing, Carol. You don’t spell anything out, yet you touch the heart so deeply.
Thank you Sascha.
I like how the last two lines summarize the poem.
I think that’s GCSE English coming through. PEEL. Point. Evidence. Explanation. Link back to the question.
This touched my heart and gave me chills.
Thank you.
That which meant the world to us, no longer remembered… Dementia is horrible. Very moving poem
Thank you Margaret, it very much is.
“As if”… good story telling in this poem.
Thank you.