It finally snapped!
It had become tighter
over the years.
He pretended he didn’t notice
that his finger was growing
around the ring.
He assured me it didn’t hurt,
claimed his finger was always
that shade of purple,
but yesterday it was stretched
beyond it’s limits
and it just snapped.
He was pushing a shopping cart
(of all things!)
buying the needed supplies
to cook me a special dinner.
He stood there
like a deer caught in the headlights
not sure what to do.
Does this say something
about our marriage?
Did he really think our love
was dependant on a ring?
I grabbed his hand and looked
where the ring had been.
That finger looked so painful
the ring had actually left
a permanent imprint
as if his finger was made
of play dough.
I couldn’t help but wonder
if that is how our marriage has felt to him.
Confining, painful and restrictive………
I will buy him a new ring,
One that allows his finger room
To breathe and move freely
just as I want him to feel
in this marriage.
Mary, I enjoyed this - well written, good flow. I think it's a reflection of his love that he wore it until it broke. Most men would have taken it off at the first sign of discomfort. avr
Mary, great comparison between the ring and marriage... very wise message to end with! Brian
I like poems centring on symbols. This is an excellent one. Yours, Julia
You know Mary, you can melt down the gold for the new ring or perhaps use the pieces as charms on a charm bracelet. Maybe mismatched earrings.... or not. j.
Another great metaphor on how a relationship should work. Rusty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is very true Mary, we have to give them enough room to breath freely and grow naturally into marriage. Great little snap shot of life. 10 from smiling at you, Tai