My Wedding Ring

My wedding ring is very plain.
It’s just a band of gold
And with its mate, it’s like my marriage – 
Thirty-nine years old.

We chose our rings and had them then
Inscribed with words intended
To last a lifetime; substitutes
Are rarely recommended.

That ring is like a part of me
So I cannot explain
How in the shower, it slipped off
And tumbled down the drain.

We tried to get it back. Alas,
It seems to be quite gone.
I shed some tears and still feel sad
But life and love go on.

I’ll search for a replacement and
The moment that I choose it,
My husband’s new inscription will be,
“This time – do not lose it!”
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Duggan Avatar
February 19, 2015 at 7:28 PM
Oh I love this one Ilene, I do hope you will find a replacement but it will never be the same. There is no hope of mine falling off my finger as I have arthritis in that finger and it is swollen so it looks as though I have got it for the rest of my life, I had my engagement and eternity rings cut off a few months back, looking forward to reading number 2. Take care my friend.........Vera..............
Bauer Avatar
February 20, 2015 at 7:02 PM
so nice to hear from you, vera! i did actually get my ring back but a huge hole in the wall of my closet had to be made to get into the pipes to find it. today it was finally all fixed. i'm so relieved!
Manassian Avatar
February 19, 2015 at 6:26 PM
Oh Ilene.....I will keep my comments until I've read Part II. I had a ring slip off my finger swimming in the sea. :( Never could get that one back. Hugs
Bauer Avatar
February 19, 2015 at 6:33 PM
hey eileen! thanks for reading and commenting. if you read the second part, you'll know how it all played out...
Fleming Avatar
February 19, 2015 at 1:57 AM
In hundreds of years from now, or perhaps even thousands, that ring will be found! People will look at that plain ring and read the inscription. They will wonder about the person who wore it and to whom the words were dedicated. They will muse about your love for each other and the lives you led together. Gold is immortal - As is your love for each other! Your love and you will live on long after your mortal lives are extinguished. Immortalized forever! Yes...they will wonder...they will wonder!
Bauer Avatar
February 19, 2015 at 6:31 PM
hello john! sorry for sending the wrong comment to you. i loved what you wrote and it actually made me feel better, picturing someone finding the ring long into the future. my story does have a happy ending, though (i wrote a "part 2") to my poem - i got my ring back today!
Bauer Avatar
February 19, 2015 at 6:28 PM
thank you, peter! the ring is just a symbol, of course, but i'm sentimental so i felt really bad when i thought it was lost forever.
Smith Avatar
February 18, 2015 at 9:13 PM
Don't feel bad. I lost mine our first year of marriage raking leaves....I dumped out all 9 bags and still couldn't find it....hugs Tim
Bauer Avatar
February 19, 2015 at 6:26 PM
i guess this is something that happens to lots of people. i'm sorry you never found your ring. thanks for sharing your story...
Allison Avatar
February 18, 2015 at 6:40 PM
Oh what a sad thing to happen Ilene - love the humour in the final stanza:-) Hugs Jan xx
Bauer Avatar
February 18, 2015 at 8:43 PM
thanks, jan! just trying to look at the lighter side of the situation although i'm pretty sad about it...
Johnson Avatar
February 18, 2015 at 6:27 PM
If this is true, what a shame. But I think you can come up with a better inscription. :)
Bauer Avatar
February 18, 2015 at 8:41 PM
hey robert! unfortunately, this did happen today. i'm trying not to be too down about it so i tried to lighten up the ending. thanks for all your support!
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