by Len Krisak
You’re more than welcome to its tiny stone
(Not even half-a-carat) mounted on
A band you’re just as welcome to as well.
Now that the one who wore it once has gone
To ashes, treat this ring as if on loan,
And not a thing that anyone can own—
A pledge that you might pawn, but never sell.
As heirlooms go, it isn’t much—a jewel
So piddling that it almost can’t be seen.
But for its task it served as certain witness
That the one who wore it had said yes.
So now its meager flash and dullish sheen
Need not be held against it as to fitness
For a symbol of a love that’s dual.
As for the future, who can ever tell?
Perhaps there’ll come a day when some fine son
May ask to have it when his mother’s done
With any use for it, to cast the spell
He wishes will convince some hoped-for wife
To say her yes, and wear it all her life.
Len Krisak graduated from the University of Michigan in 1970 and took his MA from Brandeis University in 1974. In Massachusetts, he worked as a textbook editor and English teacher at Brandeis, Northeastern University, Bentley University, and Stonehill College before retiring in 2010 to write poems and translate.