Asma Ahsan Asma Ahsan
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he could not hold a candle to her husband they all said, I love that line. Your dad was a lucky man! Your mom sounds like an absolutely amazing and good woman!

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A Piece of Heart

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My mother was engaged once before (she married dad) and this is her story

It was the height of her fall
(or should I say his),
from the pinnacle of innocence
down a harrowing passage
to her slide to slippery decent
from the best of times
plummeting to older, wiser, unkind
youth, her mortification.

She was happy, carefree
and virtuous,
but to her surprise;
(the “and” would be her downfall)
in his youthful surmise.

He requested more, then she could
or would oblige, her virtue kept
at his sally good-by she stood
her ground although she wept.

They were to be wed ...

Her quest began as
his heart went astray
her betrothed to find
on this blackest day.
Searching for falsehood
or truth she may
from his accomplice
in treachery.

She peddled out of town
miles and miles up the hills
to travel further down.
She reached the lake, desperation too.
Was driven by madness;
such an outrage within.

What a chance, such a risk!
She never learned to swim,
but row she did, across that lake
(to my advantage a worthy boat
or my tale of woe be mute)
to the accomplice in the cottage;
driven by passion not to forsake.

To ease her pain,
she changed her name
would answer to no other.
His loss,
eventually her gain

He married the accomplice
and sorrow paid its duty
not but one child came due.
But the rower had four beauty’s,
he could not hold a candle to
her husband they all said,
her lost love’s union, a burden, dead. 1 comment

Life closed its buoyant door
and of ailment he died young.
Virtuous she lives ninety and more,
yet a torn piece of heart dangles,
still an open sore.

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