International Flavor Poem by Marie WardAlonge

I tried something different.
A big mistake!
To love fully, we didn't have what it takes.

Perhaps, it was me.
My pedigree.
No, I disagree.

It was you-when I think it through.
To put it mildly, your were a big jerk!
I tried to make it work.

Loud words and that abrupt temper,
Were everyday on your agenda.
I needed you to be warm, caring, and tender.
You turned our lives into a big joke.
Was there anyone you didn't poke?

Mind changed.
No offspring.
Well, at least not with me.
You gave that honor to one of your Miss Things.

That was the last straw.
I confronted you.
You admitted it and you decided to leave.
You took as you saw.

I had given you my love, my worries, my prayers, and at one point my trust.
I had to readjust.
It didn't take me long to clean off the dust.

However, my heart bled for many years.
You almost emptied me.
It would not have seemed but behind close doors,
I shed many tears.

Oh, I don't hate you baby.
Dislike-yes.
You didn't take my best.
I am a woman who persevered just like the rest.

I have to admit your cooking was a treat.
Afterwards, I had to scrub the kitchen.
You were not neat.

Those wonderful meals you cooked,
I shall savor.
You were my first.
So far, my worst thirst.
I have a bad taste toward you,
My International flavor.