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Heart to Hat

A woman unloved, a man undone
She had two daughters and he had a son
Neither had had joy in their so called love
Except in loving the God from above

She made a decision and left in stealth

Fates brought them together in sickness and health
She stood alone under skies of on the prairie
What she had done was really scary


She and her husband had shared the same house
But he loved her income, he was a louse
His ex cared not for his own brilliant  son
Her husband demeaned the daughters as one

Her husband was crazy, almost insane
Not understanding her heart was in pain
He treated her like she owed him all
But he was a big man, whose heart was just small
All things were for his pleasure alone
Be it sex or money or even their home.
She gave him money, supported his son
Moved ever slowly toward being undone.


He was an old cowboy, been round the world
Married quite late to a strange sort of girl
Who'd been married before then lost her mind
True love, true love, neither could find.
So midst doctors, dominoes, and cards,
Listless days that came quite hard
Texas dreams of ranches and horses
Freedom, laughter came mid divorces
The cowgirl no more a sweet wanna be
Found the man to make her dreams free
An ol' cowboy with snow white beard
Tarzan yells in the morning,
Eyes laughed til they teared
Through all this the children grew
They went in twain, but love was true
It took them awhile to realize
That beneath a cowboy moon under Texas skies
It was love, truer than true
A love so patient, it was always new
Now they speak in terms of love
Children and parents take off the gloves

Her step son joins them in the loving family

With the three sibs he plays, naturally, calmly

They were together as love knows how

Cemented together by the once broken vow

  

A vow she made when she wed the  older boy's father

Who saw him as nothing but a slave and a  bother


Bending knee in the cowboys prayer
The blondes, the brunettes, and the silver hair
Thank you God for our horses
Thank you God for giving us choices
Thank you God for the choices we've made
Thank you God for the price He paid
Thank you God for open skies
Thank you God for my grand prize
Six horses face into the Sun
Forever riding toward the One
Who first saw his hat move to his heart

Author notes

-divorce is not for children to have but to endure until truth wills out.

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  • Maybe Anastasia
    February 28, 2007

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    A very nice poem. A little confusing and the rhyme was a little forced at times, but overall a good write. I honestly have to disagree with the statment in your author's box (though it will not effect my judging) "childeren" are effected just as much by divorce and it shouldn't be hidden from them. Also in the contest rules I asked for no erotica, now I realize this isn't exactly erotica but it was labeled adult but thanks for the entry, nice write.


  • apoeticinjustice gold member
    February 21, 2007
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    exchange those Texas skies for Alberta ones, and this could be my life. Well written.
    Rory

    • Theasp
      February 21, 2007
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      This is my daughters story

      Her first husband abused her physically, the second mentally and emotionally, and the cowboy just loves her as he loves the Lord their common ground as are their children.
      They have a beautifully blended family that does not stop at blood ties. I hope yours is the same. Hugs Ann P., theasp.


  • Wandika gold member
    February 18, 2007
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    And so the story is told

    and retold for in the words lies a pearl for all who would know.

    Love ya Sis