Sunday, March 30, 2025
POEM - FREEDOM AT FORTY-EIGHT, THOUGHTS OF A NEWLY DIVORCED MAN
BY DONOVAN BALDWIN
I've been reborn, sweet woman.
Returned to a state
I never thought to see again.
I can safely look at you with hope and desire,
Now I've been set free,
But, it's too late for me.
Body and face have aged, though my soul
Has returned to days of wishes and of dreams,
From twenty years ago.
All those I could have, should have, loved,
Are far away and aged now like the man,
I try not to see in the mirror.
Today, the man inside sees lovely women passing,
Who smile and warm his heart, as they think,
"He looks like my dad."
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Back story. In 1985, in Copperas Cove, Texas, after several years of trying to hold a broken marriage together (foolish choice), I went to the field at Fort Hood for a military exercise lasting about two weeks. Upon returning "home", I found that my wife had stripped the house, and disappeared, taking our daughter with her, leaving a note that she had begun divorce proceedings. I never felt such a huge sense of relief.
This poem was writer, as I had dinner at the local diner, watching one of the waitresses, Carmen, who had been especially nice to me as I ate dinner alone.
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# posted by Donovan Baldwin @ 6:32 PM 
