Some mornings I woke

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.

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