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There is still Love for the heartbroken

She wakes up in the middle of the night,
Then it occurs to her, insomnia has already crept in
She puts on her bed light and opens her novel,
She tries to read but nothing goes in.
All she can think about is how he hurt her,
How he cheated on her and left her to fend for herself and her two babies

 

She looks down at her pillow; she can’t believe how pathetic it looks,
Tainted from crying the previous night and the nights before that.
Life has had a way of making her loath the sunset
Her life is a gripping reminder of the pain she has suffered
In the hands of people she trusted.
She hears a small coo…. from down the hall,

 

She slips on her sandals and trots to her two sons’ bedroom
Gently pushing the door she walks to their bedside.
Her three year old son is suckling his thumb,
While the one year old has snuggles his shawl close to his nose,
And is imitating a nursing young
Her heart gives away as she tacks their sheets around them

 

She looks at their faces, then she realizes,
“This is by far the best achievement of her life; oh how she loves them”
 Then a still small voice speaks to her…
“This may not be the image you had in mind,
But it unquestionably is better; because now you have a chance to be happy,
And a responsibility to make them happy too”
xoxo
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  1. January 6, 2013 at 3:51 pm

    Good story, you should detail it as a story rather then poem.

    • Lillian
      January 27, 2013 at 6:39 pm

      good thought….. working on it. thanks.

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