Mudlark

In my muddy marriage I thought I'd die. I really did want to say goodbye. In the end I threw him out. "Enough of this treatment" I shout. Ten years later on reflection. No union is pure perfection. I now reach down in muddy waters. First up, I touch my beautiful daughters. This house I got to keep is next. I'm quiet sure that had him vexed. I feel the rocky bottom of river bed. I too reached rock bottom in my head. But now my life is so serene. I have forgiven he who was so mean. Onward flows the river of life. None of us escape without some strife. 02/04/2020