Archie Loved Edith

by Joan Serratelli

Archie loved Edith
He called her a dingbat
(she was not stupid)
She was kind and loving
but one thing was true
Archie loved Edith

In Archie's eyes
Edith was not human
She was TOO perfect
but Archie loved Edith
with every breath he took

Archie never betrayed
Edith; though he once
came very close
Archie was a lot of things
but a cheater
he was not

Yes, Archie loved Edith
much more
than you
love me


Posted on 06/20/2010
Copyright © 2021 Joan Serratelli

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 06/20/10 at 08:21 PM

...Joan, i will sit down to say this. m'lady this one is a doozy. a knee-slapper o' acceptance, hurt, strength, stoicism...honour!...yet too is a stifling air seen, i think existentially we all are in search of either our identity[and some people won't allow that], or what's-it-all-about, Alfie? a solid piece, i saw the couple, and saw them disappear as you sat in front on tne last line, that's when those of us on front row stood.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/26/10 at 02:56 PM

An iconic couple - how this takes me back! I can hear their voices clearly - and your use of their relationship as a contrast is excellent.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 06/26/10 at 10:38 PM

"Those were the days", as they sang in the theme song...non personified political-incorrectness as Archie did....(did we realize it at the time?)well writ, Joan.

Posted by Stuart Shilton on 01/07/11 at 10:38 PM

mmm this is amazing i love how the entire poem is setting up contrast with the last lines

Posted by Scott Utley on 01/10/11 at 06:48 PM

Oh,my God! Joan, this piece is so remarkable. I swear unto the heavens I have rarely been so touch. You love as much as Archie does. Amazing grace is what guides your pen.

Posted by E. A. Pugh on 01/11/11 at 08:16 PM

I love your poem.

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 01/13/11 at 01:41 PM

The last stanza is like a shot in the jaw...and the gut-wrenching truth of the rest is its perfect complement. The episode where Edith dies and Archie is sitting on their bed with her slipper in his hand, lamenting the loss, remains vivid to me. I know what you're going through, Joan...I watched a mother endure the same for decades.

Posted by Razel Davies on 02/07/11 at 02:38 PM

There is an ocean made of the tears you create through your words.

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