DIVORCE

Toasted O’s stuck to bare feet…

Me,in my faded robe,once pink-
The enemy of married people everywhere-

My freedom I wear like a striped prison-

Uniform….
The only consistency was the oatmeal I was stirring,
At an early hour,guilt….
The children need nourishing,nurturing-
Milk…I pour-

Later,my heart out…there-

On my sleeve,
I have to make my friends believe-
That I’m innocent in the amputation-
Of my better half!

Does anyone think this is easy?

I’m having a ball?
With three kids,a cat,a dog!
Didn’t he once love us all?

Once a Queen,now all I have-

Is this crown of;thorns to show-
For it!

For fourteen years of wedded bliss….

Anyhow….
I’m relieved that I don’t have to see his angry,
Anymore,looking for an excuse to cheat on me,
But hating himself for it,and me,and the children.

I secretly hope he passes out from all the freedom he is,

Gulping up his nostrils….

I am only bitter on Mondays!