Driving in my car,
The radio on,
Music playing,
Listening to requests.
Then it happened,
A lady asked for some music,
Music she had
When she walked down the aisle
On her wedding day.
The tears streamed down my face
As the music was the piece my lover chose
As she walked down that aisle to me
On that wonderful day we married
And we became one
And were that one person for many years
Until that day when she was taken,
My Queen of Sheba was taken,
Taken up into heaven.
Now waiting for me in her chariot
Waiting for me,
And we can ride off together
Into eternity.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The Arrival of the Queen of Sheba was the piece played when Joyce came down the aisle at our wedding.
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Comments1
A poignant write Gold of your Queen.
Thank you Orchi, she certainly was My Queen.
Andy
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