by Erina Booker
I took your golden ring from off my finger
And felt a surge of power coursing through,
There were not many days for you to linger
And what I felt was purposeful and new.
I’d cared for you – your body, mind, and soul,
And laid my life down for your fragile state,
To quell your horrors was my single goal ,
The reason for my breathing, and my fate.
No longer needing this bright metal band
To represent that we had joined our lives,
Your earthly life escaping like Time’s sand,
Your Spirit merging with me, final prize.
This was the strength I felt, this gift from You,
To stay with me forever, as my due.
© 2015 Erina Booker