The Wife

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All his words of love were lies
She became her husband’s trophy prize
Eternal promises crossed his lips
Betrayal was hidden in his sparkling eyes
Truth unveiled tears and rips
She became her husband’s trophy prize
All his words of love were lies
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Bear … 02.20.2015
ⓒBearspawprint 2015
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L’épouse
en français
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Tous ses mots d’amour étaient des mensonges
Elle est devenue trophée récompense de son mari
Promesses éternelles franchi ses lèvres
Trahison était caché dans ses yeux pétillants
Vérité dévoilée accrocs et les déchirures
Elle est devenue trophée récompense de son mari
Tous ses mots d’amour étaient des mensonges
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Bear … 02.20.2015
ⓒBearspawprint 2015
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36 comments on “The Wife

  1. Nomzi Kumalo says:

    And she knows all along.

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      • Nomzi Kumalo says:

        Did they not have a deal?

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        • Do they?

          Do you mean a deal like a marriage contract? Or unspoken cultural expectations (which seem to be different for all seven billion of us)? Unreal personal expectations? Is the assumption that those who are loved, and say they love in return, will be true, childish and naïve?

          What is the “deal” when the trophy is acquired? When the trophy is placed on a shelf, out of the way?

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        • Probably. 🙂 Interesting.

          The old Finnish custom of taking the bride aside and telling her how awful it will be, how thick headed and selfish men are, and how full of false promises, might be a good idea, after all. Also the warnings of how alone the bride will be, moving away from her family and taking a new name, is a common fok song theme. Supposedly, if the bride’s romantic expectations were disabused, then it is possible she will be pleasantly surprised and have a chance at a happy marriage, instead of being disappointed for a life time … is how it was explained to me.

          Many American women no longer take their husband’s name. In fact 60% of women are now single, never married … by choice. My own mother, however, had six husbands.

          Morsiamen Itketys (the Bride’s Weeping) sung by MeNaiset

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          • Nomzi Kumalo says:

            That old Finnish custom was a more common practice in many parts of the world. A good healthy dose of facts and duties. Women helping other women. Now all we are interested in is being the sexiest until we are a hundred and two.

            Nobody gets to hear any insightful facts from anybody grown. Stag night.

            That high rate of single women is probably a sign that women have found other ways of preserving themselves in life, individually.

            Your mother had six husbands you say? Today women are less pressured to marry each significant other. Is that what it was?

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          • 102 yrs old 🙂 Whales and porpoises and elephants have grandmothers, like people, with familial roles.

            No helpful insights. That is often the case. Much advice does not seem to have the youngsters best interests at heart. Traditional roles and duties are no longer actually possible in many or perhaps most societal strata.

            Mother was sixteen when she first married, just after WWII. Ethanol was the major influence in all aspects of her life from her early thirties until her suicide. She would have sober moment of lucidity and get divorced, then be seduced back into the same sort ill considered trap. It is, of course, more complicated than that, but the end result is the same. Her generation, married to professionals who were also combat veterans, were expected to sublimate themselves, as people, into fulfillment of post war standardized social roles. That worked OK for some, but Mother was not a standardized anything … I am already over twenty years older than she ever was.

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          • Nomzi Kumalo says:

            It is sad to hear that she drank so much. A sensitive soul she probably was.

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          • She was trying to hold herself be what she both aspired and despised … oops! quiche about to burn…..

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          • Pater Noster, Bali Ha’i and Mother

            Hope this link is good. Some hints about my Mother. Actually my blog has many of references to her. She was fourteen when the friends, (war buddies and graduate students in several engineering specialties), of her much older brother wooed her. When she was sixteen she married my father, who was twenty seven. She later remarried the other best friend who was twenty nine when she was sixteen. She was the trophy of heroes..

            Others tried to dazzle her, as well. Of course her preferred suitor(s) were not her brothers best friends, and as seems to be the nature of things, they did not survive the war.

            As with most of us … she was a complicated, tangled, human being beyond understanding except in small vignettes that make no sense to most. She the redhead — “One Died Mad”. She included a lot of living in her short life.

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          • Nomzi Kumalo says:

            A remarkable woman who I guess did the best with what she knew. 🙂

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          • I have been told that EVERYONE does the best they can. 🙂 Yikes!. The world is in trouble.

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          • Nomzi Kumalo says:

            Sometimes we learn from our mistakes and sometimes we don’t. Have you heard of “Back in the Ring”? There are a lot of people in this world who are working hard to help others. That is what we can focus on. Uplifting projects:
            http://backinthering.com/about/

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          • We are all learning, all of the time, from conception on. Unfortunately some folk learn to reinforce mistaken notions, or more reasons to justify what should not be. Sooner or later, in this life or another they and we, will get it right, or disappear…. or something. Sooner might be more pleasant ❤

            Thank you for the link. 🙂

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          • Nomzi Kumalo says:

            Indeed. Have a lovely weekend dear. 🙂

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  2. Great poem. This happens in many relationships.

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