We all know what a pink slip is, when a person loses a job. Well, one might say I got a pink slip the day I knew for sure my role as a wife was basically over. I got a pink slip — not in the form of being asked for a divorce — but in just very clear absence of marriage when my husband hit mid-life crises. This tells the whole story of the heart:
I got my Pink Slip on Christmas Day.
I tried to brush the tears away. I worked and thought and tried to pray.
What to do with my Pink Slip from Christmas Day?
I finally decided to go away
To think it over – at least for a day.
I dealt with myself and when I came back
I was all ready for a bunch of flak. I did what I had to; I then saw a lawyer.
I wondered if I could handle the life of Tom Sawyer.
The pain was a wall that went on forever.
My logic couldn’t completely sever
The pain at giving up marital dreams
‘Twas worse than death, or so it seemed.
I lived day by day – I went through the motions.
I had lots to say – drowning in emotions.
The time passed slow; I almost grew old.
Feeling as if I had been left out in the cold.
But now somehow I’m movin’ on.
Some of my energy’s still gone.
Yet I’ll work to patch the hole in my soul.
(That Pink Slip might just make me more bold!)
I may never, yea never, choose to feel old.
Copyright by Hildra Tague. Request for republication must be made to the author.