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The Ring
by Sharmagne Leland-St. John

she was
the lullaby of my womb
and now I photograph her
at the jeweler's
trying on engagement rings
in her cream coloured
cotton sundress
her hair still wet
from a hasty shower
sitting there
in the same chair
where I sat
not so very long ago,
it seems,
selecting my own wedding ring
she still looks the child
playing dress up,
so I glance beneath
the diamond showcase
to see if her feet
are encased in mommy's
oversized, high-heeled shoes
and I wonder
which one will she choose?

but it's the ebb and flow,
the come and go of things,
that puzzles me the most.

for Daisy Sylbert and David Torres

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