Dorothy MilnesSimm

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I am known by quite a few names, all fictional, but I have also been known by many names throughout my life have lived long and hard for the first fifty two years. I am retired though I work constantly on the net looking after my three websites, dedicated to children and another that I keep for myself and my many friends who dropp in to visit. I have a huge pleasure for reading and writing poems, rhymes, short stories and I'm always looking for an adventure in life as I have past retirement. I love to travel and have been to many far flung countries in the world. I, that is myself and my husband are visiting South Korea for October this year (2011) . A very exciting place to be going to.)

The Best Poem Of Dorothy MilnesSimm

Another Chance

At twenty five, three lovely boys,
One angry husband, more broken toys.
Messy nappies, childhood dreams,
Open sorrow, the pain and screams.
First husband, is life cursed?
Many chances, all un-rehearsed.
Smashed up body, broken jaws.
Gone the threshold of marital laws.
Keep on trying, just gets worse.
Children growing, empty purse.
Tears of laughter, tears of pain,
Tears of anguish. No! not again.

Now thirty five, children four,
Another husband, through another door.
Slight perversion, loves another.
A girl this time, for the older brothers.
Gone the romance, back the pain,
Children feeling all the strain.
Disruptive schooling, stealing, bled.
Mother says, “you’ve made your bed”.
Still keep trying, do your best.
Another solicitor, another test.
More tears of pain, none of laughter.
House that’s wrecked from floor to rafter.

By forty one, another child, another husband.
But this one’s wild.
Hell on Earth from the time they met.
More forgiveness, yet she can’t forget.
Build the wall against the lying.
God, she wished that she was dying.
Kids in prison, they’ve paid the price,
For love turned sour. No! it’s not nice.
Left for another, kisses a penny.
She was just the start of many.
Another divorce but, he did not leave.
Free, but chained his lust to feed.

Fifty two, could this be fate.
A chance meeting, but is it too late?
His smile is gently, his touch is sure.
Full of passion, her spirits soar.
Is she dreaming? Will she awake,
To find it’s yet - one more mistake.
Passion burning, loving, sighing,
No more heartache, no more crying.
Wall is lowered, thorns are parted.
Fresh roses bloom, new future started.
Full of yearning, desire, romance.
To live again.... another chance.

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