My Carol
If I had a axiom for my wife,Who was put into an orphanage.
While her half sisters where alive,
All because before she was born,
Her ever loving father had died.
She was treated as a step sister,
That should be locked inside.
Believe me in the orphanage,
For her it was no easy ride.
She was taken out off the orphanage,
She had no voice or given a choice.
Of the things that she could do.
Things change over the years,
Many of her's would bring you to tears,
Taken back to a home to look after mum.
Not much of a life for a child,
Year's churned on for her desperately.
Seeking love from her family,
Receiving none from people she loved.
That's when I met her the half sister,
Through a mutual friend I believe,
She wasn't half of anything to me.
From the start she was my everything,
That very part of me that was missing;
The part that was left out from my heart.
Although I never thought about it,
I truly loved her from the start.
Called round unexpectedly one Sunday,
There was her mum eating a roast.
That carol had lovingly prepared,
While all she had was crisps and coke.
Still seeking love and affection,
As long as she looked after mum;
Nobody ever cared.
There were many things I could say,
But I'm not that type of bloke.
Eventually we decided to marry,
Over the years we both grew up.
Her sister's not so much;
She wasn't allowed to see her dying sister,
Even though she didn't live that far away.
Although carol didn't see it,
At the funeral the animosity was still there.
There was no empathy for carol's loss,
She managed to get a seat at the back.
We were invited to the wake,
At Doreen's house. A hop and a skip from
Us. I could see carol wanted to go,
So I said love to didn't make a fuss.
The food they offered reminded me,
of those bygone days of carols;
Crisps and coke. This was a step up,
From what she ate at her mum's.
A packet of Oreos and a cup of tea,
It was very obvious to me.
They were all going out for a meal,
Once we had departed.
Again I didn't make a fuss,
As we left I just said.
Thanks for inviting us.
As for an axiom,
There's no words that can describe.
A person who exudes love and kindness,
From the inside, Then I'll always be
happy having her by my side,
A mother of our children.
My ever loving wife.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-08-12 at 00:22
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