Morna's poem

by Maggie


I sit here in my garden, in the fragrance of the night;

 wondering how my life could have been both so wrong and so right.

I married as I ought to, as my parents deemed I should,

I thought to be a proper wife; humble, meek and good.

But Ollis was a drunkard, a brute with heavy fist;

and when he was heavy in his cups he rarely ever missed...

but I have my Alexis; Kell, David and Zack too,

and when they are together, there is no way I can be blue.

Their cheerful and bright smiles, their lives all intertwine;

makes me think even with the bad, I'm glad this life is mine.