A thread from the past
By Grannyrosie
A THREAD FROM THE PASTA thread from the past, just invaded my heart.A memory emerged from deep within.Wonderful, forbidden, lustful love,So easily did begin.Such arrogance and sureness, there was in his step,Handsome, with a blazing, friendly smile,Come to bed eyes atwinkling,In loneliness, she stayed for a while.One taste of forbidden fruit was enough,Total addiction did strike her down,His mistress she was, without regret or shame,Married, a mother, the talk of the town.There were never enough hours in the day,To satisfy lusts, wants, and need.The web of deceit closed around, enmeshed,Both oblivious, busy, satiating greed.Small town whispers behind hands did erupt,Admonishment fell on ears deafened yet,Blatantly, boldly, flaunting her love.Silent pain of her husband, will never forget.With a burning desire to bear him a child,Precautions were thrown to the wind,The time did arrive, a new life grew inside,He then showed his true colours, paternity denied.Broken and battered, a heart full of shame,No longer could face life’s cruel blows.She was seen sobbing down by the river one night,After that, where she went, nobody knows.Little children cried for their mother,A father, husband, forlorn and sad.He who enticed her to play his sweet games,Lay the blame at her feet, said she was bad.Every day in this world, in every town,Dramas as this are played, for all to see,Innocent victims are shattered and torn.Marriage has lost meaning, and sanctity Written January 11th, 2002 © on Jan 11 2002 03:03 AM PST, Patricia Rosenberg 0 • 8
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"A THREAD FROM THE PASTA thread from the past, just invaded my heart.A memory emerged from deep within.Wonderful, forbidden, lustful love,So easily did begin.Such arrogance and sureness, there was in his step,Handsome, with a blazing, friendly smile,Come to bed eyes atwinkling,In loneliness, she stayed for a while.One taste of forbidden fruit was enough,Total addiction did strike her down,His mistress she was, without regret or shame,Married, a mother, the talk of the town.There were never enough hours in the day,To satisfy lusts, wants, and need.The web of deceit closed around, enmeshed,Both oblivious, busy, satiating greed.Small town whispers behind hands did erupt,Admonishment fell on ears deafened yet,Blatantly, boldly, flaunting her love.Silent pain of her husband, will never forget.With a burning desire to bear him a child,Precautions were thrown to the wind,The time did arrive, a new life grew inside,He then showed his true colours, paternity denied.Broken and battered, a heart full of shame,No longer could face life’s cruel blows.She was seen sobbing down by the river one night,After that, where she went, nobody knows.Little children cried for their mother,A father, husband, forlorn and sad.He who enticed her to play his sweet games,Lay the blame at her feet, said she was bad.Every day in this world, in every town,Dramas as this are played, for all to see,Innocent victims are shattered and torn.Marriage has lost meaning, and sanctity..."