It seemed unending , the time kept ticking
Cathy glanced at that hour glass, smoothly slipping
The last gift of her love, still tricking away
His touch and smell, still so far away…
She had found him dead, lying still one morning
His grey hairs glistening, the sunlight dawning
It was his 75 th birthday, too handsome for his age
Handling their love with no breakage!
That she was now a widow, struck her quite hard
She could not sleep for ages, trying not to break apart
Wasn’t it too early to have been left alone like this
Leaving their love nest quite so amiss?
She grappled with fear ,loneliness was unnerving
Removing her wedding ring was quite displeasing
Should she define her love for him with that worn ring?
Or let his memories slip away like its losing bling?
She mustered the courage after much speculation
That token of love for their daughter’s admiration
A ring of love , to be passed on forever
Redefining their relationship, a painless endeavour…