She walked away from me
Not looking at me
Taking no notice of me
Glad to be leaving, .
She didn’t say goodbye.
The end
Of a marriage.
It had been dead
For years.
I sat in an armchair,
The children in bed,
And I wept..
Damn her,
Damn her to hell.…...
I wept for the defeat,
I wept for the wasted years
I wept for being alone.
Life was chaotic,
Slowly I got used to,
The housework,
Taking the children
To school,
The cooking,
That was a laugh! !
.
We went to
Ireland
For a holiday,
The boy caught his
First fish,
His face was a picture,
The girl became fascinated
By the graveyards,
The photographs of the
Occupants
Stuck to the gravestones
For some reason
Made her laugh..
I slowly fell in love
With the place.
The people always smiling
And talking as if they
Really knew you.
At last it was over, , .
The divorce.
.
Mike, so pleased the hero of the piece is now a new man...and may his future stay bright. Well told. Ian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Divorce, a painful parting, a tragedy for all..........................................but there is life after it