Poetry: Widow’s Ring

She loves him…
She never shared his name with me
Asking seems forbidden
She still wears his ring
…She loves him
When I talk about my painful past
She says “We are so different”
Glancing at the ring of platinum
That loops infinitely ’round her finger
His memory is kept behind her lips
The light of his being
Sparks slightly through her eyes
When love is conferred
How wonderful to love
To love and be loved
I see her now as
The richest woman I know…
***

Published by

Shannon Laws

Shannon P. Laws, born in Seattle, Washington, lives and writes in the Pacific Northwest. Author of three poetry books, "Madrona Grove", "Odd Little Things", and "Fallen" and an audiobook of her select mid-life dating satire poems, "You Love Me, Your Love Me Not". For seven years she produced award-winning community radio programs that promoted the PNW music/art community. Shannon's other interests include operating her voice-over company, Chickadee Productions, and Poetry Club. Since 2015 Poetry Club is dedicated to the neighborhood discussion and sharing of poetry.

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