Today’s Haiku Friday is about gift-giving, so I thought I would cross-list my entry:

Caked with biscuit dough,
still – she never took it off:
A grandmother’s ring.

Depression-era
sacrifice to cherish dear –
till death did they part.

Passed down to a bride
who wore it for fifteen years.
(Rings outlast marriage.)

And so, the band waits
for love to find it again –
bare hand to adorn.