Set Free
By Ann Edall-Robson
Papa had said, “He’s the man for you.”
At 17, she had wed the cruel eyed monster. He was 15 years her senior.
She had born thirteen children; and, still grieved for those that had not lived.
His callous words haunted her. “Another dead? Can’t you get anything right?”
She hated him. She would have done anything to get away. She plotted in her mind for things to happen to him.
At 82, she could still hear the shotgun’s thunderous boom. It was the day she had been set free.
If only she could find out who to thank
At 17, she had wed the cruel eyed monster. He was 15 years her senior.
She had born thirteen children; and, still grieved for those that had not lived.
His callous words haunted her. “Another dead? Can’t you get anything right?”
She hated him. She would have done anything to get away. She plotted in her mind for things to happen to him.
At 82, she could still hear the shotgun’s thunderous boom. It was the day she had been set free.
If only she could find out who to thank
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