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Three Zero
Wendell my husband, and me his Margo,
Was married thirty blissful years ago,
Come June, in Pocatello, Idaho.
We wasn’t what you’d call ‘high on the hog’,
Just lived in shotgun shacks with clapboard walls.
We didn’t need much room we weren’t too tall.
And plenty kids we planned to raise amight.
Each year, a babe was born Fourth of July;
The more we had, the less they’d fuss and fight.
Though thirty years meant thirty souls was born.
The goodness of the Lord would change to scorn,
And from my arms each tiny life was torn.
Published 5th Jun 2019
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5th Jun 2019 7:22am
5th Jun 2019 7:33am
5th Jun 2019 7:39am
For some reason this reminds me of the woman who swallowed the fly, I don't know why she swallowed a fly.
5th Jun 2019 3:43pm
A well composed reminder of how cruel life can be
and how fortunate many of us have been.
and how fortunate many of us have been.
5th Jun 2019 6:44pm
5th Jun 2019 8:38pm
Hmmm ... as Thomas Hobbes said in 1651 "The life of man [is/can be] solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short" ...
5th Jun 2019 9:51pm
Yes, and times really haven’t changed all that much when you think about it. Just more sophisticated technology to cull the ‘have-nots’ from the ‘haves’ more efficiently. The figures for those made homeless just for the latest annual figures here in Southern California were made known yesterday - and all but one category jumped dramatically - it’s frightening.
6th Jun 2019 12:59pm
6th Jun 2019 3:09pm
Very poignant, and heart braking in its simple and sparse language. Makes the impact all the more intense.
Excellent writing, jadey
tommy
Excellent writing, jadey
tommy
6th Jun 2019 5:13pm
I thank you, tommy, from clear out where the tractor still sits with its bird nest, and back again.<3
10th Jun 2019 8:52am
That ending mad me sad. Life can be so hard sometimes. With each breath we get closer to death. Sometimes I wonder what it all means.
10th Jun 2019 8:59am
Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me. Yes, it seems that the species of mankind are the only ones who seek the answers generations and millenniums, never ending.
17th Nov 2019 6:19am
17th Nov 2019 7:00am
Thank you, my sister, for following the bread crumbs I hastily left for you.🙏🏻
