Last Sunday when I wrote about "Me and Mrs Kidd", Rosemary was hoping for a sequel. So before I forget all about it I wrote it; so here it is!
We held hands as lovers do
She then looked me straight in the eyes
When I did check on her each week
And whispered "You know I like you"
She thanked me "I'm glad you come
To see if I'm safe all on my own"
Not knowing that I was quite struck
Making sure she was not upset
Must confess I fell in love
She smiled at me every day
Thanked me for every gift I brought
When I left gave me kiss with thanks
Saw her not on trip away
Was three weeks gone as I recall
Dredging estuary some miles off
So anxious to see her again
No answer when I rang the bell
No message under the door mat
Even climbed over the garden gate
She'd gone so knocked on neighbors doors
They shook their head in surprise
Hadn't seen or heard for some time
So off I went to my place
Saddened that all had come to naught
Weeks late I got some mail
From her sister from way up north
"John Kidd's wife had died" she did write
Must confess I cried long that night
It is so hard when we don't get to say goodbye. I completely understand those long tears...
ReplyDeleteHow sad for not being able say goodbye.
ReplyDeleteStay safe Robin
Much💛love
I am glad your wrote the sequel ... we needed to know.
ReplyDeleteGetting the word that one we loved and admired has died is always a hard blow.
ReplyDeleteOhhh, that's a sad sequel. But thanks for writing it. As Helen says, we needed to know.
ReplyDeleteThis is so sad, Robin, it made me shed a tear.
ReplyDeleteSo touching...!
ReplyDeleteA tender love story... I think happens more often than we know.
ReplyDeleteSad ending indeed. I lived that life for over a year. Then she was gone, her former boyfriend was home from the wars and she went back to him. Sonetimes i wonder if she'd have accepted my proposal.
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Partings are inevitable, but how sad it is when we can't even say goodbye.
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