It is beyond my apprehension when I think of you
I know you are illegitimate but I thought you could draw too
The bondage between mother and child will never ever be broken
Listen well my son to the few words I have just spoken
Illiteracy it’s not your fault, your mother ever married
There is no stigmata attached to that these days.
It’s a pity that there were so many with whom she tarried
And that resulted in the parting of the waves.
I am circumcised in my dealings with the courts
To apply for custardy of you my son
As my introspective knowledge of law is poor
And my currant situation for Alamo in not yet won
And as for housing there is only a floor
But you will come live in harmonica with me
And we can grow to love each other you will see
Notwithstanding all that has past us before
Enter my arms my son be fearless no more.
© GG 18/06/2013