an unmarried daughter

I was the last unmarried daughter
my two sisters had been married for years
I was 38 and my family kept asking why
I hadn’t married.

I had no good excuses. it seemed men
were just not interested in me. but the
pressure to marry became so worrying for me
that I married in a hurry to the first men ever
who took an interest in me.

the marriage was too rushed. my husband
didn’t respect me. I was chattel to him and
after about three months, he stopped loving me.

he began cheating on me and I put up with it
because I didn’t think I’d ever have any other
suitors who would want to marry me.

I wasn’t good looking. fate had been unkind to me.
eventually my husband was shot by one of his girlfriend’s
husbands and that was a blessing to me.

I was happier alone and without him, and at least I
had gotten married like my sisters and my family
got out of my hair.

now I’m a respectable widow. I dress in black and
go to Mass everyday. and I’m happier with this holy life
than I ever had been when I was married.

bob boyd

Author: BobBoyd

Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-) View all posts by BobBoyd