The Ring

As I cull my belongings to own less and less

I dream of one day clearing all of my mess

Donating many things to various charities here

Pack most of my things and send them my gear

What can’t be sold, I send to the trash

What can be sold, I try to make cash

Amongst my junk, I find mum’s final things

Her clothing, perfumes and even her rings

Her belongings now all given away

I ask my mum, please forgive me, I pray

There’s one item left, I must keep this thing

Because it was mum’s precious wedding ring.