The Last Wife
The idea of happily ever after seems far fetched in this day and age. Couples marry and divorce, with little regard for each other, or their children.
This poem reflects the life of a man thrice married, once to his sweetheart and the mother of his children, once to a beautiful trophy, and finally to the woman who would love him into old age.
The first wife: he loved her, it seems
she bore his children
and encouraged his dreams.
Loving and loyal, though they had no wealth.
And before she knew
what had hit her life
He left her for a trophy wife
A younger, firmer version of herself.
The trophy wife was cute but mean
She spurned his children
and crushed his dreams
Crafty and cunning, she squandered his wealth.
And before he knew
what had hit his life
He cried when he lost his trophy wife
Gone...with a wealthier version of himself.
The last wife, then, was kind and sweet
cherished the grandchildren
and rekindled his dreams
Gracious and giving, she nurtured his failing health.
And before they knew
what had hit their life
the dying man and the last wife
realized their love had become their wealth.