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You will never …
You will never have her back,
You killed that loving soul,
Too many times and all to often,
You stood and took control.
You tried and ran a tight ship,
Controlled as Captain thereof,
Insensitive to all her feelings,
And her pleadings as recalled.
Many a time she spoke to you,
Many more she even wrote to you,
Expressing things were changing,
Yet her pleas were all ignored.
Did she not ask to go for help,
To try and salvage what was left,
Do you remember your response,
You left her feeling so bereft.
How often did you compliment her,
On anything that she had done,
Was it not only upon “request,”
You reluctantly said “well done !”
Did she not work tirelessly?
To keep a happy home,
Clean, warm and welcoming,
From you, nothing but a groan !
Through your chosen blindness,
Too long you let it go,
Now when she eventually bolted,
You want her back; a puppet show?
It’s been so long, she can’t recall,
All that love she’d felt within her soul,
Years rushed by, you grew apart,
The tiny rift then, now beyond control!
You can’t have back, what once before,
The things you took for granted.
She had lacked the confidence then,
And never did you encourage her.
How often had she told you,
She wanted to grow old and be with you
In love, caring and holding hands,
And close in heart and soul.
Was she not always at your side,
Your most loyal and ardent supporter,
Do you remember when you were ill,
Who kept vigil over you?
Was your support ever returned,
When discovered she was quite ill,
Was it in your loving kindness,
Just to call her a lazy bitch!
Then do you remember the last cut she bore?
The dreaded "C" and loss of her "motherhood"
In your insensitive and "voiced" opinion,
"Get things done"... you never understood!
The final blow to her dented soul,
Came in the form of a silent curse,
She’d exhausted herself, her body and mind,
Now, there’s no recourse.
How do you expect to have her respect,
When you just don’t show you care!
© Elga ~Indigo~
July 2004 - All Rights Reserved
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Was it not only upon “request,”
You reluctantly said “well done !”
Love and respect
Masood
Once love has died, there is no way back, no possibility to make the past unhappen and go back far in time, when there was still love and caring.
At least my experience.
Excellent poem, as usual.
excellent!
this one brought tears to my eyes--powerfully expressed horror
been there--(((HUGS)))
love, karla. :(
women in this world are treated this way?
Reminds me of the old country song where the guy is moaning
about all the things he asked his wife to do over the years,
and then it winds up: "Now sit down and tell me why you're
leaving me."
Some men are just too selfish and deserve what they get.
And then...there are others...
Very touching but real emotions penned here my dear friend!!
There is no turn back!!
Love Tinka
but rightfully so!This sounds like the husband I had,and
could never write about!Thanks for giving me a vicarious
way of satisfaction;-)
Some don't appreciate goodness from another and are very self-centred. You have done wonders with the choice of words in this piece.
BRAVA!!
Sandie May Angel
Excellent composition Elga
Hugz and Love
Peter