The wedding ring

She smiled as she spoke of the man she called her king.
Reminiscing of time long gone and the day he gave her a wedding ring.

She spoke of him with a low sad voice in a very sweet and loving way.
And told me of his sudden illness, and why on this earth he couldnt stay.

She said he was  kind, loving and a very handosme man.
With the tender touch of a new born babe in his calloused hands.

He made her happy and they laughed alot throughout their married life.
She spoke of how blessed she was that he had chosen her to be his wife.

She had feelings of guilt for being mad for the short time she had been his bride.
And after all these years, she was letting go of the anger bottled up
inside.

She was also angry for feeling scared and alone.
In a tiny little room that she tries to call home

There were years of memories sold for the highest bid.
Choking back the urge to scream for all the anger she hid.

It's not supposed to be this way, I didnt want to be left here alone.
All i have is boxes of pictures of a place that i used to call home.

Sometimes all i need is someone to listen, but most of all care.
And let me talk about days long gone, and the memories i have to share.

You see i'm not as mean as people have made me out to be.
And i know that God and my husband loves me, both who i can't wait to see.

I know that when i first came here i wasnt very nice.
I would yell out hateful things and wouldn't think twice.

But now you know why i had so much anger built up inside.
And maybe you'll have some nice things to say about me, after i have died.

She was weak and barely breathing when i walked in her room the next day.
I knew that she was ready to go,and on this earth she would not stay.

She was talking so sweetly to someone other than me.
An angel pehaps, calling her home, that i was unable to see.

And with her last breath, I knew she was at peace with both her kings.
I held her hand and smiled at her and looked down at her wedding ring.