Seems it happened long ago
So in love and fancy free,
Paused to let her memories flow
“Said he was in love with me?”
Longed to see him at the door
Every evening without fail,
Heart skipped when his face she saw
Quickly moving down the trail
Then one day he said those words
She’d been hoping long to hear,
She rejoiced with singing birds
Cries of joy and happy tear
Mom and Pa rejoice with me,
Marriage date can now be set!
He would hers forever be,
Planned for children, household pet
Early years were dreams come true,
Caring husband happy wife
Not a care, and troubles few
All things they’d desired in life.
Slowly changes would emerge,
Came home later every day
Till she felt emotion surge
Wondering what he’d have to say
Smelt the liquor on his lips
Then the debts began to pile,
Said he’d only taken sips
Kissed her hoping that she’d smile
Then one day to her dismay
Learned his boss had let him go
And she heard her neighbours say
They’d observed his habit grow.
Silent phone, no power supply,
Children hungrier each day,
Angry husband’s blood shot eye,
Slapped her when she knelt to pray
Parents took their daughter back
Held her while she shed a tear
Glancing fearfully at that track
Joy now passed replaced with fear
Love extinguished, now in hate
Once betrayed she’d not forget,
Watched him standing by the gate
Turned away without regret
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Well written sweet Ian but oh, so sad. There are way too many that have had to experience similar happenings in their marriage like as in the poem. Thank you so much for accepting my invitation. Hugs dear friend
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Well we’ve been cyber friends for a very long time. I couldn’t imagine not having you on my friends list. I love your photography.
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Thank you, blogging would not be the same without you following my blog. I am glad you enjoy the pictures.
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so sad
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In spite of increasing political interest in this issue it seems brutality continues. I’m afraid mankind is evolving downward rather than upward as claimed by science.
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This poem ought to be inscribed on every bottle; but on second thoughts who would bother to read before imbibing. Perhaps our day-and-age could come up with a way to play this poem as the bottle is opened. Over forty years ago when Dan and I bought our second Houston house I found an enormous stache of huge gin bottles in the garage attic. I often wondered how and why they got there! There were so many that they had to go out in two different trash cycles. Did the adjacent houses wonder who their new neighbors were?
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One never knows whether their gene pool has a ticking time bomb which leads to a life of support through AA. My grandfather was a happy person who liked his drink with catastrophic effects on home and family as the children grew up. It turned our generation off even touching the stuff as a result. Must have saved a fortune over my lifetime staying away from it though with our drinking culture in the West it was difficult to have to attend all those business cocktail parties and drink orange juice to either the puzzlement or derision of those around me in that venue. lol
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Sadly, an all too familiar path for many couples. And the numbers are ever increasing.
“…Slowly changes would emerge…” – there is plenty hidden behind this single sentence. Everlasting love – an elusive chalice for many.
Lisa and I just cleared 36 years. Looking back, what a tumultuous journey it has been – and it has all been worthwhile.
Cheers,
Eric
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So nice to hear someone say their marriage has overall been a happy and positive experience Eric. Wishing you many more happy years.
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