MARIE by Isis2200
Birds of a feather flock together....or do they?
Is her heart made of leather....does her soul dwell in the nether?
These are the questions of one named Marie whose king...whose prince from her did flee.
Who loved and lost one who was just like herself.
Now she sits in the rocker...her heart on the shelf.
She ponders day after day about the true meaning of Love.
The answer comes not to her...flees like a small dove.
She wonders "How will I live without the love of my life?"
"Shall my days be filled just with sadness and strife?"
Oh how she wanted to be his kind loving wife
But he hurt her by abandonment...like a heart-piercing knife.
Yea, now she sits in the rocker and crochets an afghan
While the tears slowly fall as she whispers....."My Dan."
He took all her dreams and hopes for her plan
And threw them away like trash in a can.
Hopes for a wedding, a family, a home
Hopes for romance, companionship, and Baby Jerome
She sits near the window and watches the old Oak tree
Praying and wanting her soul to be free.
Now she sits day by day wondering what is life for
He's broken her heart and she's dead to the core.
Sayeth Marie, "I shall find no happiness and shall love no more."
This was the story of one named Marie.
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~ Isis