The Wedding Ring
She had not eaten in days, Not a crumb for her belly. She had not seen anyone in weeks, Not a morsel for her soul. She had not feasted in months, Because there were mouths that knew no food. The sounds of towering blocks of bricks breaking apart and crumbling to the ground Echoed through her vicinity and shuddered her very home. The cries of the children running about the streets searching for their Mama and Papa, Rummaging through the disintegrated, disfigured iron bars and rubble strewn across. She had not shut her eyes to rest her mind for the longest time, For the pandemonium kept her awake. Diligent enough to tend to her needs, courageous enough to fend for herself Remembering the words that he had uttered. “I’d come for you”. She used to walk around the neighbourhood, Polka dotted dresses in red. Her lips matched the reddish hue of the scarf around her neck. Her earrings were rare rubies that refracted in the day and reflected in the night. Her ...