The day I vowed to honour and obey
I was unaware of the price I'd pay
The truth dawned slowly that the foe I fought
was not other women but obsession with sport
From Monday to Friday I accepted my lot
hoping the weekend would shine sunny and hot
Imagine my distress when my hero vanished
to a world of his own from which I was banished
At first I insisted on going along
but five hours of cricket, proved five hours too long
Now I sit and wait for the man in my life
to return two hours late to his frustrated wife
Flushed with victory and beer, he relives every moment
proud of the way they 'stuffed' the opponent
Sunday should then be a day spent together
a time for outings, enjoying fine weather
Sadly exhaustion and another hangover
means Sundays are spent sleep on the sofa
So as Saturday looms and it's cricket again
my only hope is to pray for rain.
Elspeth Mitchell c 1980
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Elspeth Mary (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My friends tell me I should share my poems. I have hundreds, some funny, some sad, some poignant and positive, some hopeless and dark. Very few people have any idea that I even write Poetry but I have been doing it for so long. I used to be a professional singer but an operation took my voice so I have been looking for another creative outlet and then I found my little books full of musings and poems and they made me smile and cry. This poem was written a long time ago about the father of my children who I subsequently divorced. I wonder why :D
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Comments3
No wonder!
lol
its good you've healed enough
to share and laugh about a painful
past
and in that, is a utility of poetry
that we all can strive to benefit from..
I look forward to reading your work
have fun, try and ignore
the inevitable comment vultures
trying to scavenge a self worth
by belittling others,
let them vomit their opinions
you just scroll down and move on
from their shit stain words
do you! hope it goes well for you
Wow. That was scary. I hope the comment vultures take my poems in the manner they were created. Not to earn money or applause (did that with music), not to compete or win prizes but to remember and share, whether it's sad or happy. No big deal, just trying to find like minded people who rather than be judgemental, will smile or cry with me.
Your friends are right
Keep em coming
Great start
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