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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required We were happy as could be We were so great, we were as one then something happened and changed all for me that moment was frightful and gone was the sun. He came to me a dark night at work To tell me some news of sadness knowing that I would cry and jerk. He kept reassuring me we’d get past this. Months turned to weeks and weeks turned to days The reality was cold and bleak. We started parting in our own sort of ways. The kids and I took him to the airport. Hugs, kisses, tears of sadness, and crying. I hollered at him to let us know what fort. He said, “OK” and waved as he went flying. A year went on with e-mails and phone calls. Our daughter went up a grade in school. Our son had a birthday with bats and baseballs. Was I one or were we many a fool? I did not follow through as I had promised. There we guys in the house and I went to a club. I came clean and met anger, spit, and ready fist! I didn’t save any money, and for that, I feel like a flub. Now we argue all the time. Constantly crying over our happy past. When someone ask, I say, “Ah, I’m fine.” We were so happy... it was a blast! The kids see him yelling. They see me crying. “It’s OK mommy, I’m not telling.” Come the words from my daughter~sighing He now can’t stand the sight of my face. He goes to sleep angry, and wakes up mad. He walks the house with a slow steady pace. not knowing our future makes me real sad. So what am I to do now? Am I to go on and suffer? Why should I and how?! With my insanity, they’ll say, “Grab her and cuff her.” Now I must make my own decision. I don’t believe l will go to hell. I hope heaven’s real and not a vision. I’ll find out, here I go, now... all will be WELL!
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