A Knock At My Door
I met her in a bar one night when I was on a business trip;
We were both feeling lonely and had one too many sips.
We spent the night together and got a little passionate;
She was gone in the morning and that was the end of it.
He knocked on my door as a twenty-one year old kid;
Said he was the result of what two young strangers did.
He handed me an envelope while standing in the door;
When I read the letter stuffed inside my jaw dropped to the floor.
“I took a business card from you when I slipped out in the night,
Expecting that I’d look you up and thinking that I might.
But as the days turned into weeks I never got the chance
And then I started noticing some tightening in my pants.
“I didn’t want to bother you with the news of your son;
I figured I would struggle through this thing that we had done.
He really was a fine young boy and has developed into a man;
The news of my cancer put a damper on our plans.
“If you are reading this letter, I am buried in the ground;
I told him all about you and the address that I found.
He may be too proud to go on a search for you,
But he is a little curious so I told him he ought to.”
I stared at this young man, who looked an awful lot like me;
I never took on a wife; never had a family.
I was happy living on my own, suffering all alone;
I opened up the front door and welcomed him in my home.
Now I’m the happy grandfather of three beautiful little kids;
Raising this boy alone, she should be proud of what she did.
Doing this job all by herself; she must have been real brave;
Thirty years since that night, I’m laying flowers on her grave.
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2010
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