My Son’s Best Friend

 

Should have known better

At my age

Half a century young

To fall in love with my son’s best friend

 

But these things happen

Sad but true

Always to others

Never to you

 

What a fool of love I am.

 

A stupid woman

Head over heels

Running after him

When of course I should know better

 

My brown-eyed beau

He loves me through

The joy when we meet

The mischief too

 

He’s happy to see me – who else is?

 

Clandestine meetings

While my son works

Then into the forest

We run and run

 

“He can’t sleep with you”

(Eyes rolling)

My peevish son informs me

“Don’t be stupid, act your age!”

 

For God’s sake Mother, he’s only a dog!

 

Ronnie

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