I bought the ring so as to remember
To yet trust and love in hard times
A token of peace it became
A reminder for my ailing mind
With tokens for every life lesson
My being an array of jewels and tattoos
Would each be lost in the masses?
Or would they together portray who I’ve become?
Perhaps I need not cling to tokens
Need not scramble to collect my own peices
There is one who knows me as I’m meant to be
He holds our prayers in bowls of gold