I just closed another chapter in the book of life and learned,
Yet another story's over and the final pages turned;
But I still have a picture, to her memories I cling,
With this little golden token, my mother's wedding ring.
I can still recall her wishes before she went away,
Said, "This little ring I cherish that I want for you to take;
And promise me you'll wear it until your story's told,
Then pass along to someone dear this little band of gold."
There it is - just a simple wedding band,
That my daddy placed with love upon her hand;
Back when they were young and paid no mind,
To what might the future bring.
Yes, a lifetime story's hidden in my mother's wedding ring.
I now look at it and wonder 'bout the stories it could tell,
Of the good times and the hard times in sickness and in health;
The hands that rock the cradle with such tender love and care,
And when the day was over gently folded up in prayer.
These hands that gladly welcomed, so sadly waved goodbye,
Wiped away the tears of laughter and when tears of grief were cried;
Held the babies to her bosom and touched the hurt away,
If this ring could only speak to me I know what it would say:
When your finger wears this little band of gold,
There's a lifetime's worth of memories it holds;
And though she's gone to heaven you still hold your mother's hand,
Like it was only yesterday when you wear her wedding ring.
Yes, a lifetime story's hidden in this tiny wedding band.