Small lines cover the surface
of my sun-drenched hands.
A white chicken pox scar
has survived for fifty years.
Nails – short, neat, unadorned.
My hands have lived.
On my left hand,
on the second finger from the left,
rests a narrow, inexpensive golden band.
I love this circle of gold —
delicate beading so fine
it shimmers,
rings the edges of the band.
In my youth,
the simple golden ring
had companions —
an engagement ring
with three large, sparkling diamonds,
an anniversary band from Tiffanys,
wrapped round with diamonds.
But today,
on a warm afternoon
it is the slight gold band
that remains.
Love endures.
It does not need to be showy
or loud or possessive.
Love is best
when it is pure heart.
Love shines in the small moments,
in the gentle reminder
resting on the warm brown
of my strong hand.
A Reading Life 
A beautiful ode to love
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Yes, your writing captures the simple beauty of the present moment in love and life. What else does one need?
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Keeping it simple – I love this.
Thank you for the reminder 🙂
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How I love that last stanza- the earnest simplicity of love radiating from your words. Thank you for sharing this.
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I love the last stanza. I could imagine the words spoken as vows said between two life partners.
“Love endures.
It does not need to be showy
or loud or possessive.
Love is best
when it is pure heart.
Love shines in the small moments,”
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