When A Man Goes His Own Way

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When A Man Goes His Own Way

Mother and Child struggled alone—
robbed of all hope by he. 

His heart built of chill and bone—
never looked back, did he.

Mother and Child had it rough—
abandoned and shunned by he.

Composed of sturdier stuff—
scrimped and borrowed smiles, did she.
But missed his strong loving arms— 
to help and hold, did she.

Weary each day, but up to the task—
Dug deep, resilient was she.

Where has love gone? she wanted to ask—
vowed so often by he.

So competent and clever—
women make do, like she.

Her barren life imagined? Never!
authored heartbreak, did he. 

But divorce offered no other choice—
cheerful songbird, became she.

Music and laughter arrived that day—
There was no other way.

Mother and Child, good as gold, they say— 
danced and flourished, did they!

. . . j
from the Wonderments and Such Collection

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