The Fallen Wife….. A true story in short lines.
Rex..Amsterdam-er.. handsome
…blue marble eyes and corn blond hair
Strut with his solid frame..from here to there ,
and bellowed everywhere
Declaring this and that.
Rex owned a restaurant in Portugal,
His younger wife was Maitre D
She smiled at everyone…it was her job….to care.
One day..I talked with Rex , the sea below was pounding
on the shore….the wind was blowing wild.
With Gin Tonica a flow… Rex let it out and loud…
I have son in Amsterdam …he said…
He’s blond. and handsome …ha ha ha… like me …!
Rex slapped his thigh and laughed beyond the sea
Dark holes where teeth should be…
He lives there with his mother…my ex wife..
‘Another wife ?’….. I sipped my wine…’ in Amsterdam? ‘
I married her when she was twenty three…a lovely girl.
When she was pregnant with my son
I had another one to keep me warm…wink wink…know what I mean
Ha ha !!
After the birth…my wife found out
And she was angry …hurt …she could not understand
Could not forgive me for my wrong…so that was that..
She left…
Until…her sadness drew her back to me…we shared a son she said
She would forgive…
But I did not like that…!
How could I trust a woman who forgave what I had done ?
I’d cheated on her many times..even on the day
As she lay giving birth…and it was wrong…
…but now she said it was alright..!
Well it was not…!
She lacked morality …. I could not live with that
And so I left.
I came to Portugal…to a new life…
And wife…..Rex said !
Kristine Byrne..4th Oct. 2014
(The photo is of a seaside village I lived in for some years , in Southern Portugal.)