By Sam Martin:  samart@globe.net.nz
Date: 30 March 2001

Re-Union

Re-Union

Alone she sat at the table, 
Her head resting up on one hand,
As she toyed with the table napkin,
I could see, that she'd removed the gold band.
The band that once had been placed there,
Only just a few short years ago,
A token of  love and devotion,
From the man who had loved her so.
Wistfully she looked about her,
Not seeing, but seeing all,
Her neck pulse beating slowly,
The napkin, now torn, rolled to a ball.
And as I approached her table,
My hand raised in a gestured, "Hello",
I noticed the pain in her eyes,
Eyes, that somehow had lost all their glow.
Gently I took the hand,
that hand with the napkin torn,
And slowly raised it to my lips,
And kissed the place where the ring had been worn.
I gazed at her face, and wondered,
Where the beauty from there had all gone,
And realised that hidden there somewhere, 
Was the woman, the one who'd been wronged.
Her brown eyes they began to glisten,
With just a touch of a tear,
As she squeezed my hand and whispered,
"I missed you, thank God you are here".
For once we had been lovers,
lovers and husband and wife,
And somewhere sadly along the way,
I had lost her from out of my life.
And now here at this chance re-union,
Forgiveness  within her eyes did shine,
And I knew that for now and forever,
This woman would always be mine.





An original poem by Sam Martin.
Copyright. All Rights Reserved.
March 24th, 2001