Away he goes, right on back to the mines
And she, with unborn child sits, just waiting.
Soft voices quietly revealed the signs,
Her head spinning, her conscious debating.
She won’t touch her breakfast of eggs and toast,
And the table has never seemed so long.
His seat, far away, holds the marriage ghost,
And now believing she did something wrong.
All that is left to do is to just forget,
Forget the words that were softly spoken,
Forget the mistress who she never met,
The unborn kin will not see the broken.
And so she does nothing but wait on him,
Rehearsing her lines, “I love you, big Jim.”
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