Two Precious Rings

It was not easy to turn back and watch the destruction of that old house,
Memories continued to come talk to me as I saw more than one mouse.
No one lived there anymore after ten years and only the creatures remained,
They were distant relatives as the inhabitants had later made their claim.

Our uneducated parents had given us hope of someday fixing this place,
With modest means of income only small pets were allowed or replaced.
I reminisced about our mice multiplying and the day we let them loose,
We were evicted and even the poor mice had been chased by a wild goose.

A tall tree next to our house was loosing the battle of time as it rotted,
And a tire swing still hung from the massive branch as underneath I trotted.
Just for good old times sake I sat on it once more and pushed with my feet,
As the wind seemed to passed right through me while I enjoyed such a treat.

My eyes gazed at the roof of the house as I swung higher just like the old kid,
That had grown up there without too many worries as I once so much did.
Atop of some of the old shingles I could see one of my old toys that I lost,
They were precious little memories that I wanted back at any cost.

I dragged an old chest of drawers to stand on and get what was all mine,
But I stopped when my tears rolled down my cheeks as the object shined.
It was a plastic green faded soldier with a parachute made of some old rags,
So I smiled proudly and retrieved many more toys as I placed some tags.

Heavy machines soon made their way to the front door and tore it all down,
They shouted to stay out of harms way as I saw something on the ground.
I made them stop as I dug out a little metal box where I used to store things,
And I was surprised when I opened it and under a little soldier I saw rings.

Oh, they were not made of gold, but the value of them was worth much more,
Both of them were made of plastic and were bought at a ten cent store.
A neighborhood girl that played with me because no one else ever did try,
She was on a wheelchair and they laughed at her and often made her cry.

I remember her saying some day I would marry her and make things right,
But before she got to be a teenager her battle with sickness won the fight.
That beautiful little girl still lives inside of me, and these rings I will take,
And as they tear down this house I’ll burry them next to her by the lake.

Two Precious Rings


Harlingen, United States

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