Do You Remember

Do you remember the first place we met? I'd been out walking, and you were all wet. Too far from home, to run for your mum, Too fearful of strangers, inside to come. You took to my barn, and lay in the hay, to keep yourself warm and to hide away. I bought some hot food and some cocoa to start, and left them to warm your insides, and your heart. Many would call me a perv or poof, All I wanted to do was give you a roof. To let you dry off, and show you no harm, not hurt you, abuse you, or cause you alarm. I bought you a phone, for you to ring home, to tell your mum how far you'd managed to roam. You told me she'd come in her car to collect, she was angry and mad, and I would get wrecked. If only she'd understand my intentions, my care, but for her - I was sick - the understanding, not there. I'd try to explain, but it wasn't so wise, I'd look like a weirdo in that mother's eyes. I told him to sit there, and I'd wait inside. As I turned round, he hugged me, and deep down I cried. I gave him a smile, and a wave; it was true, And as he was driven away, I hurt. I was blue. The very next day I awoke to a knock, it was Mum and the boy, to my great shock. She smiled, and said sorry, and I got 2 hugs that day, one of those from a mother, whose love couldn't stray. So now you know me, and you know of my story, of tolerance, love, and kindness - not glory. We're a family now, son, husband and wife, Look past what you think - you may be ruining a life.