The Rival – a poem

The Rival

©2012 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

 

Oh, Mim has been my sweetheart

For most of all my days,

Since junior kindergarten

When I saw her winning ways.

We married, had three children,

A mortgage, house and car

And always have been faithful,

For that is how we are.

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But lately I’ve been wondering

If I’ve been losing ground,

Because whenever I come home

There’s someone else around.

Oh Mim, I know still loves me

In the same dear way she will

However, constantly she talks

Of nothing more than Bill.

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She keeps every memento

That comes from her dear Bill,

A scribbled note he sends her

Gives her the greatest thrill.

wildflower bouquet

 

I know that I am jealous

And perhaps I should protest

That all his flower bouquets

Are in our Bible pressed.

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They often go out walking

And never tell me where.

Sometimes I see them talking.

Telling secrets they don’t share.

I guess that I should understand

That my Mim’s heart he’s won,

Be a man and step aside

For our very first grandson.

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