As from a dream thinking Who do you love today? Long ago, and often no reply no echoing words.
The woman beside me often crying, grief from her family and never relief from that family No concern, taking her children Was their want. Ten years Of that and no morning answer
A grim argumentative woman Understandably she had Learnt to stand up For herself but being beaten Nightly by mouth Was too much for me
And so I moved on.
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Posted: Jun 2021
About this poem:
Don't read too much into it - 5 6 6 1 stanza pattern! make of it what you will.