Gold Claddagh Ring

Andy M. Stewart The Gold Claddagh Ring

Andy M. Stewart The Gold Claddagh Ring

My Irish Claddagh Ring: A Storybook Ending |

by Sujeiry Gonzalez

When I was 17 years old, I walked into a jewelry store and spotted an Irish Claddagh Ring. The gold band shimmered inside the glass case, luring me to liberate it from entrapment. I stepped closer and bend my knees. The glass now only inches away. I inhaled and exhaled, clouding the glass with every breath.

From close distance, I could admire the detailing of the ring. One small hand reached out from the right side and another from the left. Both thumbs clasped the heart that lay in the middle. Atop the heart was a crown, etched with diagonal lines. The heart was the centerpiece. The hands the strength. The crown representing the importance of our beating, loving hearts and how they must be exalted. The jeweler cleared his throat as I squatted, still worshiping the ring. “Do you want to see it?” He queried. I nodded before standing straight and extending my right hand, palm up. Seconds later, the ring was in my possession. I held the tiny ring which now lay in between the creases of my palm. Too tiny for my ring finger, I thought, frowning as I realized it wouldn’t fit. I pushed it away, rejecting it’s minuteness, but the persuasive jeweler motioned to my pinky.

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