This poem is about a woman's relationship with her wedding band. |
The band was of silver it cost hardly a cent but it’s significance was more than the money you spent It symbolized our love our commitment and life all the vows that we shared when you made me your wife A continuous circle no beginning and no end just a lifetime of sharing with my closest friend The silver got worn it was bent, beat and scratched the ring and our lives they were very well matched I would twist it and turn it and worry those nights when you didn’t come home and I left on the lights My skin was indented by the dull metal ring alone on those nights no comfort would it bring I turned it so much as I waited and cried not knowing when or how you had died You always came home at least most of the time drunken and dirty and smelling of wine Always a promise a pact you would break as you left for the bars my fingers would ache From twisting and turning that thin silver band until the last day when it broke in my hand I saw the beginning I saw it had end I knew at that moment there was no way to mend It slipped off of my hand and onto the bed the meaning it seemed had been all in my head The symbol of love is not silver nor gold It’s just being there when you need someone to hold |