Here’s a poem to challenge your power of prediction. Don’t peep at the end before reading the poem through.


Old Jim lay on his bed of pain

The fever chilled his brow,

He turned to face his wife again

She reached to touch him now


“Remember how old Ned broke out

And threw me to the ground,

I called you with a hasty shout

I knew you were around.”


“Then there’s the time the tractor wheel

Had pinned me underneath,

I struggled loose, for I could feel

Your empathy: your grief!”


“And there’s the time the fire broke out

It burned our new built house,

I knew you would be round about

You helped the fire to douse.”


“Or when I fell into the tank

I felt your presence near,

And when foreclosure by the bank

You shed a silent tear.”


Old Mabel smiled a weary smile

Remembering the days,

For she remembered every trial,

She waited for his praise.


Old Jim sat up in obvious pain

She wondered at his pluck

“And here you’re with me once again

Oh Mabel, you’re bad luck!”


“© Copyright Ian Grice 2014, all rights reserved

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15 thoughts on “Mabel

  1. You did a good job with your ballad-style narration of the litany of Ned’s troubles and then you caught me by surprise – poor, faithful, Mabel! You have the ballad poem down to a tee.
    Cheerio, Jane


  2. Funny!! That was not what I was expecting. But not surprised by the ending knowing your humor and talent my sweet friend. Hugs


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