I think upon my now ex wife,
who was to me all joy in life.
Still her precious voice I hear,
"Would you like some coffee dear? ".
"Why, yes I would, how sweet of you.
I sure could use a cup of brew.".
Then she would say, she had a way,
her eyes that twinkling blue.
"Well, since you're going to the kitchen,
bring me a cup back too.".
This is a unique poem recalling a broken relationship as well as its lighter side too. Quite interesting. Thanks.
Thanks very much Rajnish Manga 25 years later, she and I are still dear friends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
LIFE CHANGES AT HOME....WHEN A WIFE BECOMES A MOTHER.. HE WANTS TO FIND ANOTHER HOME.... AND CALLS HER HIS EX...NEVER HOME- - - COFFEE PLEASE- - MAKE ALONE OF YOUR OWN.. OR GO TO TIM HORTONS AND SAY ITS YOUR NEW HOME STAY ALL ALONE - - EX IS NOW ON HER OWN