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A Good Woman

A Good Woman

A Poem by Gee
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Just thoughts

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I grew up with nothing,
no car, no holidays,
an absent father
a step father not worthy of the love of any woman
let alone my mother.
In the dark of night dreams came easily,
exotic countries
flash motors
palatial houses
all of the things to make a man happy,
or so I thought.

It was many years later
when married, comfortable, truly happy,
that it dawned on me
that these dreams mean nothing,
nothing at all,
without the unconditional love
of a woman who has agreed to let you share her life,
has gifted you a child,
and has accepted and loves you faults an' all.
It is only then that you realise,
that a life without love,
a true, enriching, all encompassing love,
will be a life lived unfilled, incomplete,
no matter the riches.....


© 2017 Gee



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Gee
Makes sense ??

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Awe it makes me feel all misty eyed. Love these kind of poems. :)

Posted 11 Months Ago


Gee

11 Months Ago

Thank you..
It makes absolute sense. I was more fortunate. I had a great family and married a great woman, even though it took me two attempts at that last part.
My first marriage was not so good, but it allowed me to truly be appreciative of my second.

Posted 11 Months Ago


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Gee

11 Months Ago

Thank you..
Expressed beautifully, Gordon...and tied with the brilliance of a fabulous closing line!

Posted 11 Months Ago


Gee

11 Months Ago

Hi Kelly, hope you are well. Thank you
True Love is very important and Mother's Love is unconditional

Posted 11 Months Ago


Gee

11 Months Ago

Indeed it is. Thank you
The older you get, the more truer your sentiment becomes. :)

Posted 11 Months Ago


Gee

11 Months Ago

Cheers Relic
How true. thanks for sharing this wonderful poem.

Posted 11 Months Ago


Gee

11 Months Ago

Thank you Roxanne
yes, perfect sense...we often dream of things...and especially if we had none of that when we were younger....but having all that, even later in life means not a damn thing, unless we have love...
my mom used to always ask me..."don't you want to have things?"
my response was always...no, not really...friends are more important.....just ask George Bailey...

j.

Posted 11 Months Ago


Gee

11 Months Ago

From the film ?? Thanks Jacob
The line 'let alone my mother' speaks volumes Gee.
It's not for me to tell you how rare this love you've found is...for two erstwhile 'strangers' in this life...because you have written it large and loud and clear here.
I read the story of the first UK Lottery rollover winner (1994, 17 million) and how he lost his love and died in drink and obscurity. So sad.
Brilliant loving homage Gee.

Posted 11 Months Ago


Gee

11 Months Ago

Cheers Tony, struck lucky in 1991
Tony Jordan

11 Months Ago

Lottery is a tax on the stooopid. You won the best prize mate.
totally makes sense.
people's definition of 'having it all' is too often misguided by material things. by my definition, you have it all. lucky b*****d. :)
lovely poem Gee

Posted 11 Months Ago


Gee

11 Months Ago

Thanks Ana, I am indeed
makes all the sense in the world...all the sense in the heart ;) inspires appreciation of my own mother ... the mother of my children and my wife ... all added health to me this morning just to be thankful for all that ...
E.

Posted 11 Months Ago


Gee

11 Months Ago

Cheers E....
Einstein Noodle

11 Months Ago

:) .......................

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Milton keynes, United Kingdom



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