I just did something, that I almost always desist
By writing a poem on another poets list
Of comments that really should be about them
And what they’ve just written. I must make amends
So sorry ‘elPintor’ for rambling on, on your fine poem ‘Sexism’ all about Mums
My comment morphed from being about mums, to me, and being a lost only Son.
So here is my apology, heartfelt and true. I have the utmost respect pray, I’ve not offended you.
I will post my comment here where it belongs…. My lullaby.
This the first time my heart opened seeing my following poem
About the only time my real Dad, visited my home.
I consider myself as one of the lucky ones
Because my friends, I had two mums.
One from birth, that I never knew
The other one watched me, as daily I grew
Later, as truth ultimatly transpired
After my birth mother, had recently expired
She came and told me her special 'pet' name
that my dad always called her... Yep! The very same.
Dad came knocking on my door, one fine summers day
“You don't know me” He went on to say
Dad left me, feeling both confused, and dazed
As what I had just told him, he simply could not appraise.
“I know that you know, I never knew her name, I exposed
Her name was ‘Dorothy’ but you always called her Rose“
“How on earth could you possibly know that?" He continued looking more bemused.
“She came and told me Dad" To him I enthused
Dad was convinced, this was all just a ruse.
I never saw either of them again, my Mum or my Dad.
I was 12yrs old at the time... Just a small lad.
I have never told a living soul this truth el, apart from that is, to my loving wife.
Writing on your post inspired me to write, this hidden secret surrounding my life.
Strange but true as they say.
I simply adore your poetry.
Thank you for all your work. I wish you a Happy and healthy New Year.