The Bond For Life Poem by Mrs. Cynosure

pacing back and forth
back and forth in the hallway
in my long beautiful white dress
waiting impatiently
for the clock to strike 7: 00pm
as the sun starts to set I know the time is near
the worry starts to show on my face
the questions start to run just as wildly
as a horse being let out of the round pin for the night
after a hard day of training
“do I really want to”
“am I ready”
“dose he really want to”
“am I making the right decision”
the door opens my sister and dad walks in
“are you sure you want to do this” cassie said with a questionable look on her face
“yes I am very sure I want to do this” I say as a tear of happiness rolls down my check
“well are you ready”my dad said with a sigh of relief that the time had finally came
“yes I am” I say with a nervus smile
As I walk through the beautiful meadow field with extravagant wild flowers
I become more and more nervus
then I see him standing there so handsome
his head held high
full of pride
with his beautiful blonde hair blowing in the genital wind
as I walk closer and closer to him
I become less and less nerves

the felling of relief
came over my body
as soon as I saw the ring barrier
coming my way
one ring says becca and bandit are bonded for life
the other
bandit and becca are bonded for life
they stop at my feet
I slipped to ring on my finger
and tied the other one to a saddle made
just for bandit’s grave
the meaning of that ring will only lay in my heart
no one else in this world will know the unique
meaning of the silver ring that lies on my finger
for it was only a piece of metal now it’s
a bond
a bond of a friend ship
a relationship that will last a life time
the bond for life