The Frozen Tongue

My life started with adoption then realizing had a stammer as well struggle through school glad to leave at fifteen still struggling to tell First job was electrician so spark but colour blindness put that off rail then worked as storeman rest of career in various places never going stale Got married to Jean in mid-twenties but she passed away in less than year that night I fell on God's merciful grace received Christ who became so dear Then nine years later met Christine got wed after nine months courtship now last year celebrated silver wed a blessed marriage such sweet fellowship But the frozen tongue has remained has gone up and down many a hill it's likened to an iceberg at sea people only see the tip as you will Like the iceberg real trouble down below all the damaged emotions lie at foot getting over them still all frozen needs real heat to melt way at root So persevere on to loosen tongue some progress is at winter season writing poetry brings real calm summers pushing ice onto easing (I had written this concerning my stammer, hence my frozen tongue all through my life but thought it showed one idea of being frozen in time. This was written a number of years ago but thought new friends may like to read it.)