DivorceA Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa
Stepped out of the mire Right into the fire The day I got my divorce
The frying pan was hot Happy I was not The day I got my divorce
I was beaten, battered and abused Just plain tired of being used The day I got my divorce
My son was molested My husband should have been arrested The day I got my divorce
I had a new boyfriend he waited outside New bruises from him I could not hide The day I got my divorce
Stepped out of the mire Right into the fire The day I got my divorce
The frying pan was hot Happy I was not The day I got my divorce
My children were crying Inside I was dying The day I got my divorce
Who would have thought that things could get worse Unless of course I go home in a black hearse Today I get my divorce
© 2008 Deborah Leah KrempaReviews
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23 Reviews Added on December 9, 2008 AuthorDeborah Leah KrempaToledo, OHAboutI am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..Writing
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