Cosy cabin

A cosy cabin in the wood,

Wellingtons, caked in mud.

Fluffy blankets on the chair,

Living life without a care.

 

Those heady days of love and laughter,

When we believed in the ever after.

 

What happened to us along the way?

When weeks then months sped from that day.

We lived without a care at all,

Nothing prepared us for the fall.

 

Those heady days of love and laughter.

When we believed in ever after.

 

We held on tight, we really tried.

But something left, something died.

Was it you or was it me?

I try to look, but can not see.

 

Those heady days of love and laughter,

When we believed in the ever after.

 

The babies came, first one then two

She looked like me, he looked like you.

A house, a car then caravan.

First we walked but then we swam.

 

Those heady days of love and laughter,

When we believed in the ever after .

 

But the tide of change was far to strong,

And soon we heard our good buy song.

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Valerie Coleman
May 1 2020

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Comments:

I really enjoyed this and can relate to every word. Super poem.

Tracy Windross
May 23 2020