My Wife

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    My Wife

    When I got married Jean became my wife,

    Together we live for the rest of our life.

    For better for worse whomever at fault,

    My love for her will never default.

     

    Two sons we have for all our pain,

    Grandchildren to have will be our gain.

    Cards for birthdays we are to get,

    It’s a tradition in which we are set.

     

    Forty long years and still love that is true,

    stuck to the waist as if by glue.

    Together for ever to be so bold,

    my hope she will be for me to hold.

     

    I love you Jean with all my heart,

    hope to stay this way and never depart.

    But time marches on it is my belief,

    Age takes away and causes such grief.

     

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    Lolee commented on My Wife

    09-19-2009

    Wow, I was getting ready to enjoy this, then the line "with ALL her fault" popped up like a bird hitting the windshield! Oh well, sometimes one line can cancel out all the others. Might want to fix that or you will have all the ladies up in arms. lol.
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    Lolee

    09/21/2009

    Also....(just can't let it alone,sorry) "with all her fault" Is grammatically incorrect...should be faults. *smile* so there! You have to change it so it can become perfect!

    Lolee

    09/21/2009

    Hey big guy, why don't you say..."for better or worse, whomever at fault......???

    Godsgang

    09/21/2009

    we all have faults. this line says I love her reguardless

    Godsgang

    09/21/2009

    my wife thinks whatever the fault is better. she says we all have our faults as no-one is perfect and if anyone thinks they are better is a recipt for divorce as marriage is about sharing

    Paleidia commented on My Wife

    07-02-2009

    Shouldnt all HER faults be all OUR falts? Otherwise I really loved the passion and the closeness you've had through the years. Beautiful poem!
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    Godsgang

    07/02/2009

    I looked at it from the sense of taking her for better or worse. Like taking her for what she is reguardless of any faults

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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