The ring she gave was made of lead
And broke one lonely day.
“It has no worth,” the jeweler said.
He’ll keep it anyway.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Sarah Connor is hosting with the love tokens.
Photos: “Leaves Remind the Tree”, above, and “Water Seeking Lake Michigan”, below. I am linking these to Frank Jansen’s Tuesday Photo Challenge with the theme “force”.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
The lead was the perfect metal to use – heavy, dull, grey. Nothing special – and yet to him it’s very special.
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It was likely all the other child could afford. Thank you for beautiful prompt, Sarah!
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If “lonely” refers to the fact that she is no longer in his life and he misses her, I can quite understand keeping the ring regardless (mostly) of what it was made from.
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As I imagined it, they no longer see each other having grown up and moved away and the ring somehow breaks and for some separate reason he feels lonely at the same time that he notices the broken ring. He tries to get the ring fixed, but the jeweler said it was not worth repairing, but he still keeps it and the memory. Thank you, Sascha!
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Head desk. You know, I didn’t see the title on the first go round. 😦
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A Brazilian children song about the broken glass ring:
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Nice song. It seems very similar to the sentiment in the poem. What the ring is made of or how long it lasts doesn’t matter as much as the gift itself. Thank you, Danik!
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It’s the memory that counts… a ring of lead can be worth anything
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Like those pieces of fabric it is a reminder. Thank you, Bjorn!
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This made me smile. He knows what’s valuable. (K)
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I’m glad it made you smile. Thank you, Kerfe!
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Memories don’t have a monetary value, do they?
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Some of them stay with us even when we try to give them away. Thank you, Jane!
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🙂
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Those gifts and memories are precious and have no relation to value. Love the poem and photos Frank!
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They become part of our identity and reminders of who we are. Thank you, Grace!
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I quite a agree, it’s the memory that counts.
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The memory counts even if the reminders are lost. Thank you, Vivian!
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😊
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This is beautiful, Frank.
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Thank you!
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kaykuala
Of sentimental value whatever the monetary worth or in what condition is more treasured in the heart!
Hank
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The heart is the safest place to store such valuables. Thank you, Hank!
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It was worth more than what it was made of. Nice poem.
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It is amazing that something with no intrinsic value can have so much value. Thank you, Mary!
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I love the twist of the jeweler keeping the worthless ring. Perhaps it was worth more than you thought or were told.
dwight
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The jeweler was just consulted to try to fix the ring for the child and recommended that not be repaired because it was made of lead. The child kept the ring, but I can see this as the child growing up, becoming a jeweler, recognizing the lead ring for what it was and keeping it anyway. Thank you, Dwight!
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Interesting!
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Nature really inspiring your Frank !
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Nature is inspirational. Thank you, Ben!
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Completely charming.
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Thank you!
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I wonder why did the jeweler keep the broken ring. Some folks get a lot of pleasure out of others story?
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As I understood it the ring broke and so the child took it to a jeweler to have it repaired, but the jeweler said it was not worth repairing because it was made of lead. The jeweler didn’t keep the ring. The child kept it even though the jeweler said it was not worth repairing. However, I can see how that could be interpreted in such a way. Perhaps this is a good reason to have more than four lines in the poem. If I revise this poem I will try to clarify that point. Thank you, Annell!
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Yes, true worth has little to do with monetary value.
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The value is in the memory of the gift. Thank you, Janice!
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So much said in a few words. Memories have value not based on monetary worth.
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The monetary worth is the least valuable part. Thank you, Merril!
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A child’s gift to another is sacred to them. You captured a child-solemn moment.
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It is sacred to them both. Thank you, Sara!
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…it has no worth. Well, most of my jewelry could be said the same – but for me it fills my heart 🙂
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Filling one’s heart is what counts. Thank you, Margaret!
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That was short and sweet. Perfect.
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Thank you!
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Lovely!
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Thank you, Ronnie!
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Value
A Water
ThaT SHaPES..:)
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Thank you, Fred!
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:)x2.:)
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