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On her return from India,
my mother doth suspect a sinner,
it took a heart felt rench,
to tell her what to expect.

I felt numb from inside,
to see whose side,
my mother took over mine.

I gave my mother the news,
to which she was not amused,
to find her little girl,
giving her, what she thought was bad news.

I'm engaged and pregnant, you see,
my mother not best pleased you see,
to come back from miles away,
to hear her daughter has strayed.

To a no hoper you see,
who has not got a degree,
in family history, or loyalty.

My mother soon calmed down,
to the thought of the very sound,
of the pitter patter of tiny feet.

My mother was worried you see,
of the very father to be,
and of his whereabouts  and loyalty.

Then the bombshell dropped,
I had thrown him out you see,
to many complications for me,
to wrestle with my conscience,
of what would become if father had been with thee.

Drugs and alcohol you see,
tend to ruin thee,
he would not listen to me,
to help him free,
from the life given to him.

But now all is well,
in fact it is rather swell,
my life is great,
a lovely little boy, I dote,
to end this note,
of a fantastic life it is to be,
and a wonderful support network,
was given to me, my family.

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