The Mr H Family Emporium II

Hamilton / Robinson Family Tree – the sequel




A crowded bar-room, a summers day,

She walks through the light, head held high.

I hold the picture,

An icon of love,

A fount of belief.

We talk for hours of nothing at all.

My heart cries out.

She doesn’t hear the call.


We say goodbye, I walk alone.

Another night in drunken fear,

Of what I don’t know.


Another man holds her hand,

When she walks through the garden.

I sit in shade and let my anger burn,

Holes in the fabric of my heart.


Laughing through the pain, I learn to lie,

Not making a move, chained as I am,

By memories of heartaches long past.



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