Love? A Sonnet by Liz Fairley.

Bastard! In church you vowed to love me forever- Then you criticised my kisses, The way I washed the dishes! Did your love last a year... month... day? Never! About being faithful, you weren’t strong. Very soon you took a lover, and another, and another... While I kept busy being mother- To our children. What did I do wrong? I was surprised to find you so unkind- The things you do- the words you choose, You’re so determined to abuse... You’ve played havoc with my heart and mind! It’s thirty-four years, tomorrow, since we both said, ‘I do!’ We’ll send each other cards that tell us- ‘I love you’!

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Premonition. A Sonnet by Liz Fairley. You asked that I’d be reminded by trees, And hoped that I’d not forget you in snow. No need to promise, for surely you know, I’ll forever safeguard all our shared memories. I begged you, please, to call me tomorrow, But I knew, by then, that you wouldn’t. We both knew by then, that you couldn’t. You said you’d try, but I sensed your sorrow. As I, at last, put down the ‘phone, My heart at once was filled with dread. In a whisper, as though from above, Came a message, as I wept alone... Last words, in echo, filled my head; ‘Bye love... Bye love... Bye love...’ This one was written for 'Andy', who appeared towards the end of the book.  He's also 'Mike' from the short story refered to in 'Hands', Free Verse. I have added some useful sites for 'would be' writers in my Links page. My Second Daughter. A Sonnet by Liz Fairley. My second daughter was such a delight, With her bright red curls and little freckled nose. As she toddled round, from breakfast till night, Oh! How she loved to be up on her toes! At walking she was so persistent, She steered her baby-walker as she ate- She wouldn’t stop, she was so insistent, I had to chase after her- with food, spoon and plate! Please forgive any nostalgic tear in my eye, For her first unsteady steps from by my side. I was reminded this morning how time flies by, When she rang with news that filled her with pride. Her own second son’s been so clever today... He’s taken those first unsteady steps, that soon lead away! As you can see, my three Sonnets convey very different messages. The first conveyed anger, the second sorrow and this last one - chocolate box sweetness, which is not quite my usual style!

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