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Another Start
The divorce was enough to make me cry
Thirteen years been married so cried I did
Three long years cried at night, pillow was wet
Those three years nights alone, hermit's life
In that time only three, three dates I had
Not real dates, girls I knew, cheery outings
Football game, movie new, just things to do
Back to school, new degree, took up my nights
Then one night, for singles, Landlady's feast
A school night, couldn't come. Then lo that night,
Teach dismissed, early leave. Would there be food
Saved plate for me, my friend and his two friends.
One friend I knew, she was on off again
The other girl I'd never seen before
The two ladies jumped to when I showed up
"We've been saving a plate for you their chant
I sat beside the strange girl, ate my food
We all danced a little and got to know
Later goodbyes were said each our own way
Tick tock, tiick tock, time was running hum drum
Then one night before night class my phone rang
Was the strange girl I'd sat beside eating
"I m cooking Cajun Friday night come eat"
That's my bowling night . . . Well I'll get a sub
Leaving made a date for another eat
But I chickened out, lost my trust for girls
That was August. In December things changed
"Don’t be afraid to start over. This time
you’re not starting from scratch, you’re starting from
experience," a lady told me that
I mulled over what she said, should I try?
What the heck, nice girl needs a nice guy
February, our month to tie the knot
She was the strange girl no more, not with me
Now we've been together fifty-two years
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- Photos and Poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2025, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with "Friday Writings" 185 at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1 -- We have instructions to write a poem or a piece of prose, neither should not exceed 369 words not counting the title and notes. Today's write has exactly 292 as counted by my Open Office "Writer"
- This week, we were are invited to find inspiration in the following quote(wasn't told 'by who'"): “Don’t be afraid to start over. This time you’re not starting from scratch, you’re starting from experience,” I used them near the last of this poem.
- You can search my meme blog, I've related to the wedding best here, I think: https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2009/02/ruby-red-tuesday-red-roofed-jack-in-box.html?m=1
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Congratulations on finding love again and that it continued - Jae
ReplyDeleteI'm glad she knew a good thing when she saw one – and that, despite a little understandable caution at first, so did you!
ReplyDeleteLove the wedding photo. Thank you for sharing your love story with us. Congratulations on your 52 year marriage.
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem setting out the chronicle of your fresh start with the happy end. Congratulations on the 52 year marriage, Jim. I went down that path in my poem too - relationships have a way of ending and to start over seems so daunting!
ReplyDeleteHow lovely! I am most taken with the fact you skipped bowling. That sacrifice made the difference to her, I think. I became a widow after 29 years of marriage, and never have found anyone else. I keep hoping! It gets lonelier as you get older.
ReplyDeleteI've certainly been familiar with those times of tears and looking back (with wisdom found on the way) makes one realise many different things (different for everyone).
ReplyDeleteI am so happy you found that "strange girl" and you cancelled the bowling and for all the years you have shared. You are deserving of every happiness! [ PS my first hip replacement 2004 and second replacement in 2008 were due to osteoarthritis, which was pretty young to be so incapacitated. They are both still working just fine! ]
ReplyDeleteAs someone who hs recently started a relationship (after my wife died) I can only say 'bloody wonderful!"
ReplyDeleteAw! I love a good love story
ReplyDeleteFifty-two years! Congratulations!
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