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My Family

How I Met my Husband Brian

 A group of girls from Nazareth House
Were going by buss to Burnham Camp

For a dance

And they ask me if I wanted to go

With them

As the buss came past

St. Joseph’s Boys Home

Where I worked and stayed

 

On arriving at my destination

And while walking into Burnham Camp

I saw this man

 Who  was held up

So he could walk

By two girls on either side of him

 

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ST. JOSEPH'S BOYS HOME 1964

He told me that

He then said to his mate, Kevin

You see that girl over there

I am going to marry her

He kept telling every one

But me

That I was going to be his wife.

 

He came over to me

And what I liked about him

Was that he did all my talking

We actual thought that we were brother and sister

Because we had the same surname

His being Thompson with a P

And mine being Thomason with an A.

 

I suppose it was this

 which gave me

 the carriage to go out with him

and this too

 would not have happened

if Brian was not

so determent to marry me.

 

He came to St. Josephs Boys Home

To see me each weekend 

without me knowing

He was sent away by the nun at the front door

So  instead of walking back to

Burnham Camp again

 On the same night

Brian would sleep in the hedge

Along the driveway.

It  was 25 miles one way

 

The next day he tried again

To see me

the same thing was repeated

by the nuns

and another cold night

was spent under the hedge again

by Brian

 

He was finally allowed to see me

And each time he took me out

I took 3 to 5 girls with me

I did not like being alone with any one.

 

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Brian,

I thank you

for not walking away from me

When ever I got too hard

For you to handle

I thank you

For the way you have looked after

myself

and our most beautiful, wonderful children

 

I thank you for being with me

And for supporting me

Over the past seven years

1997 to 2004-08-30

during  two mediation

with catholic nuns

for the abuse they did to me

over the first 24years of my young life.

 

I know I do not tell you how much I love you

As I feel so awkward inside

I can not explain it to you

And I hope that one day

Some one will be able to explain

It to you

 

I want you to know

That it has never being you

 who has done any wrong

in how I feel about you and our children

I am please that you saw by change

A TV story about how the women felt

Even those who were only in the orphanages

For three years

And how they could not live with any one

Because of been in fear of being told what to do

And what not to do

 

We both watch this together

Not ever seen it before

And how you said that now you understand

Why I was like what I am.

I am please that you may one day

Tell our children

That  I do

And have always loved them

In my way

And please tell them

that they are so very special  to me