So simple
She spoke like the kids,
Both silly and sweet,
Was shadow to husband,
Lamb's photo to shepherd.
Guess we love the babies
For being too childish,
But of wife is not same!
I found her too simple
Never lied, never learned.
She was the best housewife
And, of course, good mother.
But she was too simple
And maybe too honest.
When alone and in bed
From her, learned lessons
From the books of girls
With joy, fun, pleasure.
With her food, ate fingers,
Shined the house, brilliant,
Bright were bath, kitchen.
By sudden life's wolf came,
With sharp fangs, we parted,
Forcefully parted ways,
With her were children!
Lone mother gave answers
To kids and their questions,
Slipped tip of her tongue
And with it came some lies.
She never came forward:
"I am sorry, you patch up, "
Unaware, I was shocked
Sharing life broke up…
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