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The Last Wife

Updated on July 13, 2011
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Deborah is a writer, healer, and teacher. Her goal is to help people live their best lives everyday, while sharing her joy and love of life.

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 all 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 lives

          the dying man and the last of the wives

               realized their love had become their wealth.

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    • msorensson profile image

      msorensson 6 years ago

      Beautiful.

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      Deborah Demander 6 years ago from First Wyoming, then THE WORLD

      Thank you for stopping by so quickly msorensson. I appreciate your kind comment.

      Namaste.

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      lmmartin 6 years ago from Alberta and Florida

      Lovely thoughts.

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      Deborah Demander 6 years ago from First Wyoming, then THE WORLD

      Thank you Lynda, for your kind comments.

      akulkarni, I appreciate you reading my work.

      Namaste.

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      Eileen Kersey 6 years ago from Kingston-Upon-Hull

      So true.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 6 years ago from Southern Illinois

      Your poetry is beautiful, more please

      Cheers

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      De Greek 6 years ago from UK

      Ahhhh, how sweet :-)

      As long as he did not go back to the first one :-))

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      Audrey Kirchner 6 years ago from Central Oregon

      Oh my - he got his just desserts then, eh? Isn't it funny what some people think as progress or 'better' only to realize they've gone full circle somehow?

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      Deborah Demander 6 years ago from First Wyoming, then THE WORLD

      Thanks everyone for stopping by. De Greek, you should know by now that you can never go back. ;)

      Namaste friends.

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      MFB III 6 years ago from United States

      True love is far to often traded in for what one thinks is a truer love, blinded by lust or beauty, and failing to see the inner beauty of what they already had. They forsake what was truly perfection and embrace a flawed version instead. If one is lucky they eventually find their way back to the arms of their intended, and rediscover peace, but often they are left bitter and alone. One perhaps should stray only if the other has also strayed, then the two paths become detours to a happiness they would have never have known on the same path. Lovely write.~~~MFB III

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      carolina muscle 6 years ago from Charlotte, North Carolina

      Very beautiful indeed.

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      Deborah Demander 6 years ago from First Wyoming, then THE WORLD

      Thanks for your insight MFB. All our experiences bring us to where we are today.

      Hey muscle, thanks for stopping by.

      Namaste friends.

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      tom hellert 6 years ago from home

      DD,

      I'd write a poem if I could.

      but I cant because my head is full of wood.

      tee-hee tee-hee I laugh in kind

      For the trees get mad to comparrisons with my mind

      I WISH I had your gift of rhymING prose

      but I can't do it so the poem goes - wrong.....

      TEE -HEE

      TH

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      Pratonix 6 years ago from Asia

      Pretty good. There's so much truth in the last line: 'Their love had become their wealth.'

      Blessings.~

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      Micky Dee 6 years ago

      Very beautiful!

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      "Quill" 6 years ago

      Lovely play of words, a blessing and in turn a truth which rings true in our home, love is our wealth, the rest will wither away.

      Blessings

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      sagebrush_mama 6 years ago from The Shadow of Death Valley...Snow Covered Mountain Views Abound!

      Nicely done!

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      James A Watkins 6 years ago from Chicago

      This is the best poem I have ever read on HubPages. It is profound and written by a big heart. This is what poetry should be.

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      Holle Abee 6 years ago from Georgia

      Great poem! Are you the last wife? I am - at least, I hope I am!

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      Deborah Demander 6 years ago from First Wyoming, then THE WORLD

      Thank you James.

      Yes, Habee, I hope I am the last wife. I am definitely on my last husband!

      Namaste.

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      onegoodwoman 6 years ago from A small southern town

      Broken hearts and dreams.

      Renewing and rebuilding.

      You interwove them all so well.

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      Deborah Demander 6 years ago from First Wyoming, then THE WORLD

      Thanks for stopping by, onegoodwoman.

      I appreciate everyone who reads poetry, and I admire the poets here at hubpages.

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