A Thin Band of Gold.
Poignant are the memories which are now told
By a frail little Lady, now growing old.
As she softly speaks, on her finger she’ll hold
Her greatest treasure. A thin Band of Gold!
At first, life was harsh, and her face betrays
That sorrow. But she knew happier days.
Times when she received Love’s bouquets!
Flowers with a message, to lighten her days.
Lost in reverie, her mind often returns,
To that Love. Wistfully, her heart yearns
For him! Though friends have no concerns.
For deep inside, a candle ever burns.
It was not lit for he, who offered his name:
Gave his word they would wed; but to his shame
Left her waiting at the church, and never came!
She was nothing to him. Just a passing game!
But lit for he, who became her beau!
In whose arms, she found Love seeds to sow.
Tenderly nurtured, they would then grow
And flourish, with impassioned glow!
Their wedding took place in mid-August.
Pledged with a Band of Gold. – Simple, unfussed.
Her chosen man was thoughtful, kind and just!
Not once, would she ever betray his trust!
Year followed year. Days were a total bliss.
Though sad was the day if she was remiss,
To start his day with a loving kiss!
He’d worry all day! What could be amiss?
But Life’s blackest day was when he died.
Her heart broken! Bitter tears she cried!
But Time tempered the anguish inside,
She found courage, patience and pride.
Secure in the Love of those she holds dear,
Her days are complete, when they are near.
But as her family gathers close to hear
Her life’s story. She often sheds a silent tear!
As her eyes grow dim, for she is old
The years weary her. Tired bones grow cold.
Hands which knew hardships,- better left untold,
Lovingly caress her thin Band of Gold!
Rhymer.
