Daily Poem

She sits and looks at her hand,

And stares at the gold wedding band.

A ring that meant love and care,

A wedding ring that he put here.

She sits and thinks of years gone by,

Thinks of the times he made her cry.

She fondly remembers their wedding day,

Remembers things he used to say.

She sits sadly remembering

All the plans they made for the spring.

Plans that vanished when he died,

And he's no longer by her side.

But on her hand, though worn and old,

Is the wedding band of purest gold.

By Mrs. S. Googe, Lordshill, Southampton

Daily Echo poet-in-residence Polly Clark says:

"A touching poem, which suggests love by focusing on the ring."

You can email me on polly.clark@soton-echo.co.uk