Being Married Poem by Kathryn Tyler King

Being Married



It hasn't been long. My love appeared,
broken and brusied from his accident.
A vulcher headed to his truck, he veered
causing truck metal to bend and to dent.

He pulled off the road, bruised and shaken,
wondering 'what do I do now? ', he lamented.
His ribs sore and maybe broken and achin'
but hope was not dahse, he sat and vented.

'Why God did You let this happen to me? '
His truck now gone. His trailer still was good.
Help came, although he couldn't actually see.
My friends and I drove many miles as he stood.

Now I am married to this man who is strong.
He found a certain peace in the cool pines.
His mind was filled with wondering how long
before there's work for his body and mind.

Although it is tough our love will stand and hold.
Soon I'll have him back form this horrific trial.
For his thoughts and anxieties have been told
making him miserable and tense for awhile.

One thing we have that no one can take,
we love each other and laugh a lot and
we've tried to use this situation and make
the most of our time, hopes not shot.

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Kathryn Tyler King

Kathryn Tyler King

Ann Arbor, Michigan
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