I raised my voice to make him hear,
the noise exploded in my ear
and now I, too, can’t hear a thing.
I think I’ll give him back his ring.
“Do what?” he yelled when he was told.
“You vowed to stay ’till we are old.”
“Oh, that we are, my precious dear,
’cause neither one of us can hear.”
He mouthed the words, “I love you still.”
Asked me to stay. He knows I will.
© Freeda Baker Nichols