Bella Shepard

The Red MG

Her hair had long since turned to gray

The silky black a long lost day

When did all this life take place?

She’d count the wrinkles on her face

 

The house had weathered 60 years

Through all the grief and salty tears

Through happiness, life and death

And all within a single breath

 

When as a bride she came to live

With all the love she had to give

They made a home, a family

In which they dwelt most happily

 

She thought about her wedding ring

A plain and lovely, simple thing

She had it lost years ago

When they’d played and frolicked in the snow

 

For the search which lasted ‘til twilight

Had ended in a snow ball fight

The loss replaced with children’s laughter

Turned out a happily ever after

 

Time did pass and then one day

Their children grew and flew away

She kissed each cheek and wished them well

And then the house became a shell

 

The two of them, just he and she

Had life to live and things to see

A brand new feeling now bestowed

The freedom of the open road

 

They met each other as anew

And once again the love just grew

A touch, a stroke, a warm embrace

He’d trace the curve of her sweet face

 

The day had come when it was she

She missed him unbelievably

She couldn’t picture life alone

How could she face the vast unknown?

 

They had always been as one

And now the life she’d known was done

How could she cope without him there?

They had always been a pair

 

The car these years has sat unused

When asked to sell, she had refused

The memories were far too dear

And so she thought to keep them near

 

The house now sold, an empty shell

Time to leave, she must not dwell

She slowly walked this one last time

Down the steps she’d no longer climb

 

 

And then she spied them arm ‘n arm

They possessed a familiar charm

Newly weds to take her place

In this house of love and grace

 

Silky black hair and handsome man

Think of all the time they’ll span

Upon the mantelpiece she’d placed

Something she had long embraced

 

A photo old and slightly torn

Creased from loving fingers worn

He and she would always be

The couple in the red MG