Rings I Have Worn

My Grandmother's diamond I lost it, worn just days Upon turning thirteen My high school, acknowledged With courage, a rebel devil In a peridot, green My brother, he gifted a claddagh Wishing the hands to my heart, turned within I brandished a band made of silver And one of platinum, sliced thin Two gold circles, once, were my parents On special occasions, revealed Pressed rose petals, encased, like a locket And poison, in onxy, concealed Collection, conveying a lifetime Adorning the fingers that pray There's one ring I've yet to be offered And often, I dream to display