Then he said, he was just leaving
May be I should be forgiving,
May be he is a bad father,
May be I should talk my mother.
I smiled,
I have my son,
I have my King.
(After verbal conversation,
It became really clear, me, him
And neighbour's dog that everything was Canada' Prime minister fault.
Grandparents pointed fingers in opposite directions,
Going back to mother's home was not an option.
My aunt laughed a bit,
She had almost the same story,
At her time, she told, she didn't know the father,
Thanks grandpa in army,
He found with friends that Holly Spirit on earth,
She is happy for 25 years.
My mom was with us for almost a year,
Don't know what's better listen mom everyday
Or believe many women can do it alone anyway)....
Two years, no money,
Of course, money is not everything.
I smiled,
I have my son,
I have my King.
People asked me,
Why do you dress the same,
Where is your gold rings.
I smiled,
I have my son,
I have my King.
Only one time
I was standing near the last fire line,
God wiped my tears softly
And smiled:
You have your son,
You have your King!
