SHE SUFFERED MUCH
By Vibeke Lindhardt
She suffered much.
He brought her down.
The kids believed him.
They loved his charm.
He put them first.
They did not know.
It was his plan
to bring her low.
He built his case.
She was the pun.
The children loved him.
They liked the fun.
She could not win.
She loved him so.
But, no matter what she did.
He’d made sure “he” glow.
He trained the children’s
minds to know.
That “HE was fair”.
But her. Not so.
Her mind broke down.
He was a glee.
It proved his words
what all could see.
The years
went by
and she grew
old.
“She was so
crazy”.
The children
told.
They all
preferred
to be with
Dad.
he’d fooled
them all
And he was
glad.
With the
next two wives
He tried the
same
They loved
him too.
But discerned
his game.
They
suffered much.
He brought
them down.
The kids
believed him.
They loved
his charm.
They could
not win.
They loved
him so,
but, no
matter what they did.
He’d made
sure “he’d” glow.
They did not
know.
That wives
came last.
They would
have learned
If they’d
know his past.
April 29,
2019
Vibekesonja.blogspot.com
I wrote this
poem as tribute to Bent Lindhardt’s first wife Birthe Lindhardt. In the seven
years I was married to Bent I had a very, very strong feeling – that I based on
his behavior towards me, that Birthe was being not only mentally and
emotionally abused, but that Bent “gaslighted’ her. I often felt extreme deep pain as if “I took
on her pain”. I am convinced that SHE
SUFFERED MUCH.
Vibeke
Lindhardt
