He'd planned it <br />months before. <br />A special surprise <br />for the woman <br />he had loved <br />for forty three years. <br /> <br />A band of whitest gold <br />(he'd checked the size) <br />set with his mother's ruby stone. <br /> <br />He was pleased with the card <br />two dogs embracing <br />- she'd like that - <br />and tender words of love <br />penned from his romantic soul. <br /> <br />And then... <br />that fateful night <br />when she knelt before him <br />eyes downcast <br />heart hammering <br />stammering... <br />I'm so sorry. <br /> <br />He hurled the ring at her feet <br />and stormed out <br />of her life. <br /> <br />Years later <br />they buried her <br />with the ruby ring still shining on her finger<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/with-this-ring-3/
