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Songless Bird Without a Wing - A Woman's Love

Jackie Lynnley shares emotional times in her life in hopes of touching someone with like thoughts or feelings, feelings from the heart.

This is a poem about my mother who was from a fairly well to do family but fell for my dad, who her family saw as not good enough.

They met at church. I do think the church was a means of meeting other young people at that time and probably the reason many went to church. Of course, the parents are not going to question their children wanting to go to church. I am sure it was night time services and probably many of the young people lingered together outside, before and after services.

I understood completely my mother’s family not being crazy about my dad. It took me many years to get to know him and get close to him, although he was always a kind and generous man. He was a very jealous man, of my mother. As silly as it was to me growing up, I knew my dad never forgot the boy my mother was seeing first at that church where they met. I do not, nor never will, understand this sort of jealousy and I know it drove my mom crazy. Of course, she told us kids and at least one or two of her sisters so probably they all knew. I suppose I, like them; wished one day Mom would just leave him. But as much as my mom may say about Dad; no one else had better not. She loved him and that finally become clear to me and that she would never leave him.

Maybe it was only because of health and not goodness of heart but my dad did change before he died and he loved my mother to the very end…as she did him. He had a stroke before he died but was on the road to recovery when another malady cost him a very slow and painful death.

More than one encouraged Mom to start to live once my dad passed away but instead, she started to die. Mentally she simply slowly checked out. This poem is about that.

Two Hearts Entwined


Parents Fights


Just seventeen when she married

Long raven hair and hazel eyes

Long beautiful legs, slender curves

Turned the heads of many guys

She fell deep in love with only one

Even though her family did not approve

He was from the wrong part of town

This time and age it was her move



Knowing they never liked him much

She knew too what it would cost

Her life would not prosper greatly

Freedom too was pretty much lost

He was always a very jealous man

More than once they would fight

If someone just looked at her

Hell to pay all through the night

Yet, songs were always in her heart

Forever whistling a merry tune

She waited up for him every night

Sometimes sleeping til almost noon

So Happy Together


Together they had seven children

Adding fuel to what others thought

Hard sometimes to make ends meet

Reason too they sometimes fought

Yet, for the most part she was happy

Whistling through all of those years

The battles were brief and seldom

There were not really many tears

She raised summer vegetable gardens

Stripped the ripe fruit trees on hand

Worked tirelessly for weeks on end

Until it was every little bit canned


Making up the slack to what was needed

She learned to cook so well and then to sew

They loved and laughed much of the time

Then after an age they stayed on the go

Together now more than fifty years

He had sometimes done her bad

Some hurts that just wouldn’t die

Thoughts that made her very sad

Money didn't really mean so very much

She truly never wanted for a thing

No, she had not lived like the Jones's

Yet her life had known a little zing


Songless Bird Without a Wing

Suddenly then...she was all alone

He was gone forever and she was free

Or so that is how others saw it

Thinking she deserved this time to be

No more humming a merry tune

She had no gaiety left to give

The zest for life was truly gone

She just had lost the will to live

Her life now was just so sad

He took with him her desire to sing

No whistling did she do anymore

She was a songless bird without a wing


© 2017 Jackie Lynnley


Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on August 02, 2018:

Yes it is Peggy and as much as I wish it could have been perfect, I know it wouldn't have been them...who I loved, regardless.

Thanks for coming by to read!

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on August 02, 2018:

Your poetry of your mother's and dad's relationship through the years was well done. Your mother obviously loved your dad through thick and thin despite his jealousy. I am glad for your sake that he mellowed at the end and you got to see more of what your mother loved about him. Their love is eternal.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on November 26, 2017:

Thank you Peg, I appreciate your kind words. It is a very sad story, which should not have been.

Peg Cole from North Dallas, Texas on November 26, 2017:

Your mother sounds like a wonderful woman who stood by her man through thick and thin. Your poem was a beautiful tribute to a difficult love that surpassed all expectations.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on November 18, 2017:

Thanks Bill, I haven't forgotten your question on the last hub...I will get into that yet. Time is just not on my side these days, but it does need answered and thanks for asking!

William Kovacic from Pleasant Gap, PA on November 18, 2017:

Beautiful but sad, yet triumphant at last, Jackie. I like the way you give some background information in the beginning, too. Another job well done!

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on November 17, 2017:

Thank you Dora! I would at one time been embarrassed to share this story but I always hope my sharing might touch someone. Maybe they had the same experience or can understand that squabbles do not always mean what we think it does.

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on November 17, 2017:

Your story proves that true love can happen despite the odds. Beautiful tribute to your mom and to her wisdom in contributing to a lasting marriage. You are blessed with the memory of a mother who provided a great example of womanhood for you. Thanks for sharing.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on November 16, 2017:

Yes, greed seems to always be a factor in the middle of everything, such a shame.

Nikki Khan from London on November 16, 2017:

Yup,,same here,,a painful story of looking after all kids,,settling and marrying them,,and at the end,,when they needed help,,no one wanted to ,,and if did just because of some greed.Many people have similar stories.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on November 16, 2017:

Thank you Nikki, I am sorry if you went through that too. It is even wore when none of your siblings will help with that burden in a process that lasted for years. I know many have these devastating stories. Not just me.

Nikki Khan from London on November 16, 2017:

Ohh,,so sad to hear that Jackie,,it’s really hard to see your loved ones dying in front of you, and you are so helpless to lessen their pain.Especially seeing your parents dying is the most painful experiment of life,I have ever felt.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on November 15, 2017:

Thanks so much Linda for stopping by to read. It was so sad and the songs ended before there was a clue she was mentally checking out, we all really should have known. Mom sang and hummed and whistled her whole life until he died.

Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on November 15, 2017:

The ending of your poem is very sad, but on the other hand, this poem is a lovely tribute to your mother, Jackie. The title of the article is perfect.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on November 14, 2017:

Mine too Nikki, saddest thing was my mom got Alzheimer's and did not know me, although she called my name continuously.

Nikki Khan from London on November 14, 2017:

Hahahaha,,great trick,,does work mostly Jackie,,As I grew older,,my dad and mom were arguing less, they thought fighting will impact me.So was a bit relief,,on the other side,,they both became my best friends.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on November 14, 2017:

As I got older Nikki I would try to joke when they started squabbling and it worked most of the time. Trying to change the subject was a good ploy too.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on November 14, 2017:

Thank you Kari. It is a sad story for sure...and I know there are many out there like this one.

Thanks for reading.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on November 14, 2017:

Hi MForbes, great to see you outside the murder zone!

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on November 14, 2017:

Eric, I agree, if they are God's children they do. True love is above our earthly understanding and I believe it never dies.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on November 14, 2017:

Thank you Bill, it was a very sad thing to witness.

Nikki Khan from London on November 14, 2017:

That's right,,I even hated when my parents used to argue, but later on, realised they were nothing without each other.

Kari Poulsen from Ohio on November 14, 2017:

This is such a beautiful poem. I am crying as I write.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on November 14, 2017:

That seems to be true in many couples Nikki. I know some who argue so bad I hate to be around them but they apparently love each other.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on November 14, 2017:

Thank you RoadMonkey for sharing that. My husband and I too agreed to not fight in front of our children just from seeing it in our own parents. Of course neither side had anything but spats but still, we agreed children do not need that.

Linda Lum from Washington State, USA on November 14, 2017:

Oh, Jackie. My brother lost his wife of 66 years just a little over a year ago, and I can see him slipping away. However, they had a beautiful marriage full of humor and respect.

A.A. Milne gave expressed these words through Pooh "If you live to be 100, I hope I live to be 100 minus 1 day. I don't want to imagine living without you."

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on November 14, 2017:

Lovely. This just gave me a good feeling. I think I got it about right, 50 or so years together. Wow!! That is awesome. My grandparents were like that, he went into a nursing home and they both died within one week.

I suppose for me that only their bodies die but soon they are together in love again.

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on November 14, 2017:

A beautiful tribute of love. It's a common tale, isn't it? I've heard of it many times, one member starting to die upon the death of another, as though they can't imagine living without their second half. Beautifully captured, my friend.

Nikki Khan from London on November 14, 2017:

Great poem,reflects my parents to some extent,after my father died,my mother couldn't survive long,though they used to fight a lot,but still they could not live without each other.

RoadMonkey on November 14, 2017:

Lovely poem. I voted above that my parents never fought. But their philosophy was "not in front of the children". I don't think they fought much though, as my mother felt that the man was in charge. They had quite a social life, with many friends but my father died before he retired and my mother ended up a widow for many years. I can understand how your mother felt he was her whole world, even if others didn't understand the attraction.

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