I wear his ring

I can hardly bear to look

They called me in

Said, "Come for his effects."

Those ones who withdrew it

From cold flesh.

Strange word for a ring, an effect.

His watch was one too

And I also wear that

They both taunt me

That watch, that ring.

I played with the fingers

Around that ring

When I was small enough to fit

In his lap

So many decades past

When I was always going

To have a daddy

It taunts me

It tells me he's gone

It offends me.

The offending effect,

Though I know it's my fault.

I chose to wear it

I must look at it

And hear its awful message...

That you don't always

Have a Daddy.