Her Wedding Ring Poem by Randy McClave

There's not a wedding ring upon her finger
A tattooed one is there instead,
Of a memory in her mind that will forever linger
"When I'll love you forever", he once said.
On her finger it will be forever worn,
Never tarnished, forgotten, lost or torn.

On her finger there is a faded tattoo
In the placement of a wedding ring,
It speaks and shows that I'll forever love you
And her heart and soul will always sing.
He's not called her deceased husband,
He's her husband.

There's not a wedding ring on her finger
Her wedding ring is in a box,
A tattoo will now forever always linger
As time passes by slowly on the clock.
Her husband is indeed deceased,
But, her love and marriage to him has never ceased.

Randy L. McClave