When I was young 

so very young you see

I could not wait to get married 

to a man who would love me

Not a beauty nor shapely 

at least not that I could see

But still in my heart

I wanted someone to love me

At last when I found him

and took him to ground

I thought he was happy

that I too had been found

Along came a child

a girl pretty and tall 

Next a round boy

that following Fall

It started before then

but I never had noticed

The very late hours 

he flew to Tuamotus

More frequently than not

he’d call on the phone

Reminding me again

he’d not be coming home 

The man I had married

the man I had loved

Now an echo a memory 

with someone else that he loves