He said:
"Will you marry me?"

I said: "yes."

He took my hand in his. Placed a ring on my finger.
The stone was a pale green.
Multi-faceted. Like the water, it was laced with sunshine
Set in a band of intertwined gold leaves.

I looked into his eyes and then back to the water.
Began to cry.

 
 
 
 
 
 
about this work | begin again | Dorothy Abrona McCrae | Judy Malloy |