Those Rings

"No! Sir.
YOU just don't understand.
My mom and my dad always wanted
to be holding each others hand.

They had this special thing ,
just between them two.
They asked me for a favor,
it's the least that I can do.

They'd sit at night and ponder
the events of the busy day.
He'd caress her wedding ring
in a very special way.

She'd giggle like a girl
and blush behind a smile.
Her eyes, still young and clear
her face, showing every mile.

She'd return the simple touch
feeling scar and dent with care.
She'd smile and whisper in his ear,
he'd play with her hair.

When I was just a child
those rings were shing gold.
Over the years they faded
into the stories that they told.

They wanted to die together
the love they felt was deep.
I'm so glad those C-bombs came
when they were fast asleep.

I'm their only daughter
I promised on my life....
they just wanted to be together
when things were dark, when things were blithe.

The chemicals rained down.
The victim's bodies are in quarantine.
The whole west coast is suffering...
but why can't I have those rings?