Liza Dond
6-B
My Ruby Ring
AS I hear the birds Singing,
MY alarm ringing,
In my head, Laying on my bed I think,
Why did my mother give me this ruby ring?
Sitting in my room, on my reclining chair,
Holding the heirloom, while playing with my hair think to myself, in despair,
Why did my grandmother choose my mother as the heir?
To be honest, I’m not the best, At handling things,
Like beautiful Ruby Rings!
For the last time, think,
Why did my mother give me this precious thing? until ask her, Ask her, for an answer
For her response to be “It’s because I love you, my baby!”