A Wedding Ring
She didn’t want a diamond, Just a simple wedding band. And so it was. She wore the gold ring, Unembellished, For 41 years.
I wear it now, On my little finger. I took it from her hand When she died. She knew I would.
The ring will stay on my finger Until I die As a reminder Of her magnificent spirit-- Of her loyalty, Friendship, Optimism, And courage; Of her kindness, Patience, And gentleness; Of her love.
I hope that when I die, My children take the ring From my hand And display it proudly. May it pass to their children And to their children’s children, So that generations of descendents Preserve the memory of the woman Whom I was blessed to call my wife.. |
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