My St. Patrick’s Day Wedding, 1975
The memories though bad still linger on with hurt

My St. Patrick’s Day Wedding, 1975
The March wind hummed a quiet tune,
Green ribbons tangled with morning’s bloom.
A bride in white, a heart in flight,
Beneath the soft, pale Irish light.
Gold bands exchanged with trembling hands,
Vows whispered, no grand demands.
The church bells rang, both clear and clear,
Like a lark’s call there beneath the sky.
Yet love unraveled, thread by thread,
Fourteen years, the bad times left unsaid.
My hopes, my dreams, his love, all gone,
A bumpy ride from day one.
Now still, this day won’t slip away,
Though he ruined the emerald day
In 2025, the memory stays,
A distant echo of those days.
A marriage that should never have been
The shamrocks were not lucky green.
He abused me, hurt me.
Then ruined my head
It only lasted 14 years for the kids,
They both had to be fed.
So St Patrick’s day bring me a year
Of me being a blushing bride,
Consumed with his fists of fear.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️



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