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A Unique Wedding Ring

~~A Unique Wedding Ring~~ BRIDES have wedding rings so lovely, in all colors, some with precious stones, But you may not have mine, it's too unique! BRIDES really are their husband's sunshine, in dresses traditional or new. But I was married wearing a raincoat, Love makes the vows, not the dress. Eloping is an adventure, I would happily repeat. We drove over two thousand miles to wed. And it wasn't in the heat. It was a raging blizzard in Chicagoland, that January night. I was leaving my dog behind, my friend for many years. He was jumping and yelping, and oh, I could not hold back my tears. He watched us pull away, he seemed to be in fear. I can still see his brown eyes shining, And it still brings back warm tears. The drive was long and treacherous, The car broke down in the Great Divide. I wondered if I had made the right decision. But, we were on an our unstoppable love mission! We finally reached our sunny destination. I loved the Cable Cars, what a sensation! San Francisco was then, a proud and great city in this nation! The weather, so very perfect, it was then time to buy the ring. We were not holding tons of cash, but love To us, surpassed things so crass. That ring with no stones or precious metals, it really was absent of bling. This bride's ring most unusual. It cost a whole sixty seven cents, and placed in a brown paper bag. I could not wait to wear it! Then in SF City Hall,once married, that glorious moment! When my husband slipped that ring on my finger. How awesome! Married to my king. Decades have past, and my husband has was taken with them. And, I have lost and misplaced many things. But that sixty-seven cent wedding ring never gets lost. Stores like F.W. Woolworth's maybe gone. Replaced by big barn type stores and endless chains. But I'd rather have those small ones back!! Life, for me, has become far too impersonal  and strange. And so~ I can put on my ring, close my eyes,  And see my husband.. No, not on the with his face posted to the pasty glare of the internet, but reading poetry to me! Seems I have come full circle. now! Writing poetry, decades plus, after my marriage vows! Thank you, my beloved wedding ring, and to the poetic husband I once had. We both understood there was more to life than money and bling. 2/15/2020 7pm. PST Repost of one on 4/2019 that many new poets or older piets have never seen.

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Date: 2/16/2020 6:53:00 AM
Oh how I love your beautiful wedding ring and the whole wedding from beginning to end was so romantic my sweet friend. Your words are like a film played out in my head - you are one amazing lady and I am so glad you found the love of your life Panagiota. With kindest thoughts Ann xx
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Panagiota Romios
Date: 2/16/2020 9:34:00 AM
Hello Ann. I replay that movie in my head often. It's just a wonderful film. When I first saw him, my first thought was this is my husband! I just had total clarity. So, though he is gone, his spirit of freedom, individuality and non-conformity, grows brighter in me every year. Awesome! Thanks, Ann Panagiota xx and ^~^
Date: 2/16/2020 2:17:00 AM
Lovely account from deep within the heart! A wedding ring is not a metal but a token of love. That shall remain and continue to caress the finger after the loved one is gone.
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Date: 2/16/2020 9:27:00 AM
Krish~ how right you are! It's but a symbol. It's so odd how beautiful it is, lo...how very old it is. One cannot forget that love. But good for one to cherish the memory and move on. Thanks, Krish! Panagiota xx
Date: 2/15/2020 9:14:00 PM
A lovely verse Panagiota, happy memories for you but also sadness. Tom
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Date: 2/15/2020 9:59:00 PM
Tom....true, but the move got me here. I shudder to think what my life would have been like had I not done so. Dull, boring and awful. I am not a poet weeping over a dead spouse. My husband would have wanted me to live life to the hilt not wear crepe. He was part of my life's tapestry. My life did not end when he died. What a waste that would have been. Panagiota xx

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